Gimp Monkeys Rule
Hi. Remember me? I’m riding again. Finally. After the past two years full of chapters like: Starting Over. Again. and Bottoming Out in Bend, and the sorrowful and tragic saga Dark Night of the Uma Soul, I’ve not only turned
Gimp Monkeys Rule
Hi. Remember me? I’m riding again. Finally. After the past two years full of chapters like: Starting Over. Again. and Bottoming Out in Bend, and the sorrowful and tragic saga Dark Night of the Uma Soul, I’ve not only turned
Living Out Of A Suitcase In My Seventh Chakra
Remember when I used to write about riding and yoga and heady eastern philosophy? Me too, barely. Those were the days. In hindsight, I can say those were some of the best days of my life. Dramatically, I’d like to
Living Out Of A Suitcase In My Seventh Chakra
Remember when I used to write about riding and yoga and heady eastern philosophy? Me too, barely. Those were the days. In hindsight, I can say those were some of the best days of my life. Dramatically, I’d like to
This Is Why I Ride
Bike racing. That’s where it all started. This blog, that is. Chronicling the trials and tribulations of going from recreational sport cyclist to competitive athlete as a 39 year old woman. But really it started when I almost died. Or
This Is Why I Ride
Bike racing. That’s where it all started. This blog, that is. Chronicling the trials and tribulations of going from recreational sport cyclist to competitive athlete as a 39 year old woman. But really it started when I almost died. Or
Making Awesome Happen
Where I used to get blissed out on a 6-hour solo singlespeed ride on dusty high desert singletrack, now I have to make do with a 45-minute roll through the farmlands West of Portland. Is it enough? Not really. Not in the big picture scheme of things. Life is not in balance… But in that moment, in the saddle—in that radiant, clear, precious, all-too-brief moment—the answer is yes. It is enough.
Making Awesome Happen
Where I used to get blissed out on a 6-hour solo singlespeed ride on dusty high desert singletrack, now I have to make do with a 45-minute roll through the farmlands West of Portland. Is it enough? Not really. Not in the big picture scheme of things. Life is not in balance… But in that moment, in the saddle—in that radiant, clear, precious, all-too-brief moment—the answer is yes. It is enough.
I Am The Boss of Yoga Wussies
A story earlier today on FOX News discusses whether or not yoga is a sport and in fact “wussifying America’s children.” You can watch the absurdity unfold in the actual video segment, here. From the very first opening statement, the
I Am The Boss of Yoga Wussies
A story earlier today on FOX News discusses whether or not yoga is a sport and in fact “wussifying America’s children.” You can watch the absurdity unfold in the actual video segment, here. From the very first opening statement, the
Resolution Revolution(s).
2012. A funny thing happened on the way to the bike ride/internet cafe/office/life. It’s a long story, and one I’m tired of telling. Suffice it to say the years since I began this blog have not been kind. Not by
Resolution Revolution(s).
2012. A funny thing happened on the way to the bike ride/internet cafe/office/life. It’s a long story, and one I’m tired of telling. Suffice it to say the years since I began this blog have not been kind. Not by
Dear Fruita, A Love Letter, Part 2
Fruita, my friend, my soul, my heart… It’s always been you. You make me more myself, and I need you , now more than ever.
Dear Fruita, A Love Letter, Part 2
Fruita, my friend, my soul, my heart… It’s always been you. You make me more myself, and I need you , now more than ever.
