We were riding around Mercer Island when Mark asked me if “writing cleared my head?” I answered with a quick “No” and for the next twenty minutes I proceeded to burden him with my process, and the emotional knots I’m capable of twisting myself into while writing. I don’t think it was the answer he … Continue reading A Constant Struggle
There are stacks of books all over the apartment. A large portion of them unread, a mental note to "get to that one" that sounded so interesting when I read the back cover, and yet, I go back to a book I've read already. I purchased James Salter's A Sport and a Pastime shortly before … Continue reading Second Time Through: A Sport and a Pastime
It’s my first ride in three weeks. It has been so long since I’ve felt the twin sensations of a warm sun and cool wind on my face, as I ride down the hill from my house to the trail. I used to love that sensation, today it feels almost foreign, half remembered. My legs … Continue reading I Don’t Know
I have a small piece in the March Issue of Bicycling, which is on newsstands now (are they still called newsstands? Maybe find where ever you buy your magazines) It's about dedicating myself to owning one bike, an idea I picked up the now passed Tati Cycles. The experiment didn't go as smoothly as … Continue reading N+0 (The Bike that Inspired my story)
I've been thinking about fear and all the ways it holds me back, a lot lately. The number of ways I allow it to prevent me from reaching the next plateau are numerous, but I only recently started seeing the penchant for holding myself back as fear. For me, fear predominantly manifests it's self in … Continue reading A Little Bit Fearful.
They’d been there a long time, and really, I’d seen them in glimpses of myself, growing in stature, a bit more round, a little more sag, and growing pile of t-shirts I was starting to avoid, but a week ago they overwhelmed me, and I started to hate, and then accept, and finally, decided to … Continue reading How Many Times?
In June, after not having played for more than ten years, I caved and bought an acoustic guitar. The desire to start playing again had come to me at various points throughout the years, typically after trips to Portland when my friend Ben Dewey would force a guitar into my hands. But it was just … Continue reading Nervous Territory
For the last three cyclocross season I have worked with local race promoters Low Pressure Promotions, better known as MFG Cyclocross. The six race series is probably the second most attended in the US, with numbers that consistently rival those of the more infamous Cross Crusade, which takes place in and around Portland. I meet … Continue reading Where I’m Working: MFG Cyclocross.
An Essential Part of Myself. I found this photo in a long buried folder in my Dropbox while looking for another climbing photo last week. This photo was taken on day three of what was supposed to be a two day climbing trip. If you've spent a continuous hour with me, then … Continue reading An Essential Part of Myself.
“I've been doing what you told me to do.” I looked at Ed with what I assumed was a mild panic. We hadn't seen him in a while, he's on a team, gets a discount at some other shop, and only comes in when he's on a ride and having problems. I can't remember what … Continue reading Last Post