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Divine Intervention

As I pulled on to the Concordia Seminary lot, I saw Steph, Kube, and Susan out on the lot. The look of utter disappointment on their faces was clear. As I looked towards the gym, I noticed the lights were out. I was beginning to put two and two together. The gym, which is the home of our Wednesday night spin, was closed! Uh oh. Being the heathens that we were, we had overlooked the fact that it was Ash Wednesday. What … Continue Reading

Froze Toes: A Thrice-Told Tale

Women’s Cat 4

As I stood in the stall of the “girls” room at the Two Mile Prairie Elementary School, I did not realize that the third layer I was cramming under my jersey would serve me in more ways than warmth.

As Cory, Kube, Steph, Alice, a bunch of Ghisallo girls, a couple of other random riders, and I lined up for the Cat 4 women’s race, we weren’t sure … Continue Reading

Fine Line, Fantastic Story

There is a fine line between stupidity and bravery. I’m not sure which side of the line Chris, Carrie, Teresa, Matt, and myself were on when we set out on the Hub ride this morning.

The gale force winds hurled the snow at us with the speed of a Nolan Ryan fastball. As we headed down Lockwood, I thought to myself …“Defrosters for eye shields would … Continue Reading

Monster v. Joe: A Scientific Study

For months, a question has been burning in my mind. What is the better cycling performance enhancer? Coffee or Monster? The answer to this question was not to be found in the New England Journal of Medicine. There was only one thing left to do. For the sake of science, I decided to taunt my hypertensive tendencies and do my own side-by-side comparison.

The horsepower … Continue Reading

OUTREACH: Tour de Cure

In 1972, my mom was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes. My mom, who prided herself on not complaining, quietly endured the insidious attacks the disease made on her body. In 2003, she died of a heart attack secondary to deterioration of her cardiovascular system caused by this silent killer. I hated this disease. It had tortured my mom for 31 years and eventually killed her. I was mad.

There is an old adage that says: “Don’t get mad. … Continue Reading