I have been locked in the Westin LAX for 5 days straight without rest. Fifteen hours of work every day. Hotel meals. Boring treadmill runs at 5:30 in the morning.
When I step into the light outside the front doors of the hotel to catch the airport shuttle I am stunned.
This is the first sun I’ve seen in all those days. The first fresh air. And I use that term loosely because I am in LA, after all.
My flight is delayed after we board. We sit on the runway for an hour. I don’t get home until 1:00am.
And then, on Monday, there’s Forest Park. And my new riding buddy (who just placed 2nd in the B field!).
The day is clear and bright. Continue reading
Leif Erickson trail is dark and damp. We roll up it, turning over pedals with legs that are something more than tired.
We’re recovering. Neither one of us really understands this “recovery ride” thing, but we’ve learned to have faith and take chances. We’re giving it a shot.
We are alone. At least so far as cyclists are concerned.
We pass one or two runners coming down, ducking out of Forest Park just in the nick of time. Outrunning the setting sun.
We’re riding straight into the darkness and we don’t care because we have lights. And a mission. Continue reading
I’d never noticed the house before.
Small house. West side of 37th street.
I might never have noticed it, but I was flying down the street at full speed having just escaped my house for a much-needed nighttime run. I was flying down my street and the pavement was wet and shiny underneath shoes that probably need replacing.
I noticed the house because of the dog. Continue reading
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Ok, I give. I’m calling this one out.
So, many readers of this site will be unaware of the fact that I am very into fashion. My look is understated, and I wouldn’t call myself a fashionista, but I follow the industry, know my brands, have a specific point-of-view, and always review runway shows. All this to say, I’m an avid reader of The Sartorialist and one of the things I love about his site is that he frequently shoots women on bikes.
These women are always wearing something effortlessly flawless, often with high-heels, dresses, big scarves and large sunglasses. I love them. It’s ridiculous, I know. But I do. Continue reading
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This is supposed to be Gear Friday – I even have a really killer piece of gear lined up to tell you about – but then life happens.
Life happens and gets big. People fill me and my chest expands. I entertain reminder after reminder of our frailty.
At 7:34am I have to stop reading email. There is a switch inside of me that flips when I feel the lump in my throat forming. One email links to my cousin’s journal on her CaringBridge Site, in which she asks for prayer for her two year old daughter, ‘Tana. The baby girl goes in for surgery today to have her entire lung removed in what is to be the final, last-ditch effort to rid her of the cancer that threatens to take her life.
I don’t pray. Continue reading
When I left my job in downtown Portland, one of my former co-workers asked me if I missed riding my bike into work everyday. I answered honestly.
Why would I want to make a 3 mile commute to a place that completely stressed me out? Truth be told, on most days my ride into work was the only part of the workday that I enjoyed. That tended to make the whole bike commuting thing a little bittersweet.
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Damn. The past week was incredible.
I have a two-week break from boot camp and Sal and I high-tailed it north for a much-needed min-vacation. Needless to say, I gave myself a break from the rigor of the eating plan I’ve been following for the past six weeks. It felt good to relax and unwind. We ate out a lot. We bought gourmet cheeses, expensive wines, and high-end dark chocolate one night and went out Caligula-style.
Which brings me to an important point I may not have mentioned here before; I am a total foodie. Continue reading