Best Laid Plans

Amateur cross racing is over this part of world. Well there is the USGP this weekend, and one more cross race, but as far as I'm concerned its over. Which means a time for a little break and a chance to work on correcting some of the imbalances of being on bike for hours on... Continue Reading →


I didn't plan to make it this far in to 'cross season. The original fame was supposed to rigged with 28c tires full fenders and a compact crank. Michael Barry style. The plan was to do a few of the Blind Dates and then start my base miles. Now I'm at the end of a... Continue Reading →

I Ain’t Got Swag

I'm lacking something lately. A certain way of moving, on the bike, on foot and ¬†through life. It's not Swag, something beyond that. That is not to say that I've possessed it my whole life -- everyone around me knows that -- but I was carrying a level of confidence that hadn't before. I'm not... Continue Reading →

Between Worlds

I started what I would call actual training four years ago when I was still climbing. Until that point I had been showing up to the climbing gym, or the crag three days a week with marginal improvements. Most of my problem was mental but in April of 2008 I realized I was holding myself... Continue Reading →

Day Before Roubaix.

7 - April - 2012: Day before Paris - Roubaix I woke up and set about getting ready quickly. I hate feeling rushed, especially when I'm the one who's made me that way. Lucky for me, and the people I'm driving out to the race, I got mostly packed the night before. I get dressed,... Continue Reading →

Commutes: Riding the Rails

There is a rhythm to the training week. Tuesday through Friday I ride to work, dodging potholes and the forever yearned for (and too often indulged)¬†doughnut stop. Then, at the end of the day I, thread the side streets to my house at the opposite end of town. Sometimes there are intervals to do, and... Continue Reading →


I went against Joe's advice and picked rollers over a trainer. Joe is definetly a better racer, possibly smarter, and probably certainly a better human being. The thrust of Joe's advice was that I should stay away from rollers because I didn't want to fall off after being rendered stupid after an interval. Falling off... Continue Reading →

Fifteen Minutes

As I cross the white lines of the cross walk my right hand leaves the bar and hits the lap button on the Garmin. Just as the road tilts up. I love to climb, but I'm not a climber, in fact I'm not even close. At 5'8" and a shy under 160 (maybe a bit... Continue Reading →

To Train Alone.

Monday I talked about (sorta) training with a group. Buried in that post was a link to photo from the Gym Jones twitter feed. The quote found there contains some wisdom not only about athletic pursuits, but about life (though we'll save those thoughts for another time), and more important to this conversation, the advantages... Continue Reading →

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