I’ve never been good at articulating my goals. It’s a self-doubt problem, but I don’t think it sets me apart from most other people. It does set me apart from the people I admire and whose ethic I try to take and apply to myself. I start of strong, with an idea of what I … Continue reading Staying the Course.
*After complaining a couple weeks ago, I decided to shut up about and make the effort to keep a written training record. Here's Wednesday. Wednesday Roller Workout: 10' warm up, 10': 45" fast cadence 15" all out cadence 12-Feb-14 2' rest, 5' easy spinning, … Continue reading Who am I and Where the Hell am I?
Herzog and I were talking about our cross seasons. Mine had ended a few weeks prior when I’d put fenders on my bike, signaling that I was done for the season. John doesn’t put fenders on until cross season his season is done, and he wasn’t riding with fenders yesterday. As conversations about these go … Continue reading Dream Bikes (Fragmented Remembrance)
My riding, what I want to do with it and what excites me has changed a bit over the last year. I’ve always been interested in ultra-endurance, with Logan to Jackson being the first event to pop up on my radar. A year later I was exposed to Randonneuring by my friend Theo. I was … Continue reading Starting to Dive In.
For years I rode with a huge bag slung over one shoulder, and being able to slip out for a ride without something on my back was a rare treat. Now, going on four years of long base rides I’ve come to hate having something strapped to my back, pushing me into the hoods and … Continue reading Handle Bar Bag
I never do things in the order the "should be done". The first mountain I climbed was the Hood, via the South Side. The route was the right route, though I've done hikes that were harder, but the manner in which I did it was not. Which is why my first solo attempt failed (though … Continue reading Other People’s Adventures.
Last week I talked about wanting to go fast and light (Its call Randonneuring by the way), on my bike tour. I did go reasonably fast, for me I guess, but I certainly could have gone lighter. I had planned to make the trip a four days, but after I got over being nervous and scared I … Continue reading Resting, or Trying to at Least.