Sanctuary

The minister stared his sermon by quoting Duke Ellington's Autobiography, in which Ellington compares the prophets to Jazz musicians. Both parties lost in transcendence while communicating with the divine. I instantly thought of Coltrane and the hours I spent listening to A Love Supreme over and over again. First time through as an ensemble  then to how the... Continue Reading →

Break

The race was coming apart at the front. There were about seven or eight of riders there, spread out along the course, going slow and just looking at each other. Each waiting for the other one to take over at the front. I had the sense that something was about to happen. Slate and I... Continue Reading →

Rigorous Honesty

Rigorous Honesty. It's a term a friend of mine, who belongs to the Jesuits, uses when he's admitting to something he might prefer not too. It's a term that keeps popping into my head every time I'm about to confront something I don't want to. Those two words have been hanging over me since I... Continue Reading →

Change in Attitude

The predictable happened last night. Well at least as I had predicted, though I had hopped for it to be different. Hope, as we know is not enough. So last night, while I earned to stay with the peloton in the brutal curvy head wind section I lost contact. I was slowed by the wind,... Continue Reading →

Hard

I didn’t mean to attack. No wait that’s wrong. I did mean to attack. It would be more appropriate to say that I hadn’t planned on attacking.  But on the first hill of the last lap I found myself moving toward the front as the guys at the front let off the pace. The contents... Continue Reading →

End of the Slow Season

My PRO week coincided (and not by accident) with my last week of base training. While this current week is still technically part of the base cycle, it has become time to dust off my racing legs and start building toward my big goals for the season. Though the PROs have been racing for weeks... Continue Reading →

A Movement Toward Suffering.

Bill Strickland's monthly column brought up some interesting issues in regards to the roll suffering plays for us amateurs. He followed that up in his weekly column explaining why he reacted the way he did to his friend's reprimand. After reading the print column a reader asked Mr. Strickland Why it mattered so much to him.... Continue Reading →

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