I’ve never yelled at the wind before, but there’s a first time for everything. I’ve lowered my head and plowed forward into it, internally cursed at it, and marveled at tail winds, but never yelled at it OUT LOUD. I generally don’t struggle, but when I got caught in that awful headwind at about mile 95 to 103 going into … Read More

I was wondering what I was going to write about with only two days since my last posting. But as luck (or fate) would have it, I met people who wrote this post for me just by virtue of striking up a conversation. Thankfully Day Four was short, as my body needed the break. I took a nap in Crested … Read More

As I lay here in my sherpa tent at the end of day three, I look out at my bike (affectionately known as “CTM”) and know I have temporarily reduced it to a clothes drying rack. According to Strava,  in three days this bike as taken me 226.7 miles with 20,163 ft in climbing. I’m on vacation, so Day One … Read More

This post is supposed to be about how the women’s road race of the Iron Horse Bicycle Classic was helping me train for Ride The Rockies. Instead, the IHBC became an exercise in trying to breathe. Cold, steep, and difficult…can’t wait to try again next year when healthy! I’ve been horribly sick since just before IHBC. Nasty respiratory virus. I completed … Read More

Peanut butter and jelly. Yin and yang. Hatfields and McCoys. Yoga and cycling. Yoga and cycling. I started practicing yoga not quite 2 years ago, fell head over heels for it even faster than I did for the bicycle. I like everything about it. Balance, flexibility, breath control (well, I try anyway), and cheering on the other students as they work towards … Read More

Three seasons have passed since the conversation with a friend that set my life in a different direction. Back in September I had initially approached her about running a 5K event during the Day Of The Tread in late October. She countered back with doing one of the riding events. I said “Sure, I haven’t ridden a bike in decades, but I’ll do a … Read More

As I stand on the roof of my home looking west towards the windward side of the Sandia Mountains, I am again brain thumped by their beauty. Why the roof of my house? Because who would want to gaze upon so much overwhelming simplicity from the ground? Today, THAT BIKE and I climbed Sandia Crest Road. Today, the Sandia Mountains handed me my … Read More