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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

Starting Points

Since moving into my permanent St. Louis digs earlier this month, I’ve been unpacking in bits and pieces. Yesterday, I discovered my first pair of cycling road shoes inside a box full of boots, sandals and sneakers. Given that I’m on my fourth pair of road shoes and pairs two and three are long gone, the discovery surprised me. I’m not sure why I saved them – especially given that the large majority of my belongings were purged through, sold or lost when I moved – but as I pulled them, and their accompanying memories, out of the box, I … Continue Reading

Wanna ride?

My heart sank as I read Coco’s Tuesday entry. Bummer, I thought. Back to the drawing board. Unknowingly, we had both decided to write an ode to the cycling community. While our approaches were slightly different, the message was shared. In becoming a cyclist, we become part of a spandex-sporting, pedal-pushing collective — a community of individuals among whom riding a bike means more than most people understand. I worried that posting my entry on the heel of Coco’s would be a bit nauseating. One ode, okay, but two entries exalting the group of which we are all a … Continue Reading

I ride, dammit!

Six months ago, I owned six bikes. I trained every day. Downloaded my data from my SRM into training peaks nightly to keep track of miles ridden, average wattage maintained and kilojules burned. I wore more spandex than any other fabric. Had no recent pictures to offer up a potential employer without a helmet on my head. I spent Thursday nights at the track and Monday mornings at functional training. Tuesdays and Thursday mornings were set aside for intervals; Fridays were for leg openers. I had two sets of teammates, and I saw more of them than I … Continue Reading