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 →

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 →

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 →

One More Minute

I got a couple past due bills, I won't get specific I got a problem with spending before I get it -- Kanye This line, from West's All Falls Down, popped into my head as I crested the North side of Rocky Butte for the second time in ten minutes. I'm not sure what caused... 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 →

When it Starts.

Until recently the channel formerly known as Versus was home to most American cycling coverage. I say until recently because they've just changed their name to NBC Sports and they have dropped a new ad featuring perennial Tour favorite Christian Vande Velde. I'm not concerned about whether this is good, bad or just kinda so-so for American... Continue Reading →

The Cold

The cold is something to be endured. There is no way around it. You can dress in warmer layers, throw on a pair of tights and still there is nothing left to do but endure. The right clothes make it tolerable, but never fun. Maybe its because I don't currently own a trainer. Maybe its... Continue Reading →

Mind of the Protagonist

The other day the Butcher sent me an email about the Reel Rock tour and the narratives contained within. The standard mountain narrative goes like this: "There's this mountain, its big/hard/dangerous etc. We got cold and wet. We almost died. We failed, or we triumphed over the mountain." It may seem like I'm painting with... Continue Reading →

NW Newberry

The schedule called for a forty-five minute recovery ride, but my mental state dictated something a bit heavier. My fitness was no longer where I wanted it to be and yesterday's race was a testament to that. It was time to rest up, and get ready for another round of hard training. I just had... Continue Reading →

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