I remember the days when I would update this blog every day, sometimes twice a day. Those were the days when I was training heavily, putting in 10 or more workouts a week, counting the hours I put in on the bike, keeping track of my calories and my plan and staring at the OBRA [...][...]
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Race Report: Echo Red to Red
Me and two teammates drove to Echo, Oregon on Friday in the early evening, stopping briefly in Hood River to enjoy some Double Mountain love. We arrived in Echo around 9pm with some hand scrawled directions that said things like “take a left after the air strip and the windmill, a right just a[...]
Letting go…
What does it mean to me, to let go? I’m a control freak, I’m a perfectionist, I scare easily. And yet that’s not who I want to be. I want to let go. At the same time I also tend to trust my gut, listen to my intuitive, I have become impulsive… but I am [...][...]
Updated racing schedule (again)
I’ve changed some stuff around, and decided to make a go at the Oregon MTB XC Series races, those are colored in blue. Now, there’s one problem. You have to race 7 races to be considered in contention. I will probably end up getting cat’d up very quickly. In fact if I podium at Red[...]
Why, Hello
At some point in the near future I will post up all my write ups about Santa Barbara. It was an amazing trip that thoroughly tired me out, although to be honest I had much more energy at the end of every day then I thought, and by the end of the week I felt [...][...]
Mountain bike FAIL; Lacamas Lake FAIL
While I’ve had a lot of janky bike moments on the trail in the past (“oh you appear to be missing two of your chain ring bolts”), I’ve never actually been forced to turn around because of them. Well, there’s a first time for everything. The weather didn’t look pre[...]
Big motherfucking weekend
Saturday morning I decided I wanted to have my legs ripped off. I wanted to hurt so much all I could think about was each pedal stroke and how only through extreme concentration could I keep from vomiting all over my handlebars. And so I went for my first race paced team ride. It was a [...][...]
Ode to Forest Park
When Brett was killed, I rode my mountain bike in Forest Park. When me and A broke up, I rode my mountain bike in Forest Park. And, now, today, I rode my mountain bike in Forest Park through a few inches of slippery rutted mud on fire lane 5, giggling as I almost went over the edge [...][...]
No More Excuses
I have a lot of really great excuses for missing team rides for the last month. I was nervous about having to push it if my knee were to start to hurt, and then be lost somewhere out in the middle of no where if I couldn’t keep the pace up. I was nervous that because I [...][...]
Yet another first
2009, The Year That Will Live in Infamy, has decided it simply cannot come to a close without a few final fireworks. The last few weeks have been something of a whirlwind, from some seriously stressful and shitty moments to some downright unbelievably amazing days and nights. I changed my mind about[...]
