I picked myself up quickly, pedaled hard for a few strokes to gain some speed, and promptly clipped a pedal on a rock and flew over my handlebars – over the exposed edge of the trail – into a thicket of willows. It was like landing on a mattress! I peered over the edge of the willows and said a little prayer to the Goddess of Mountain Biking – it was steep!
My two teammates – both named Erin, both the youngest children in their families, both fairly quiet souls measuring 5’2 and weighing in at 103 pounds a piece – are capable of tooting cute little rainbows every once in awhile. I’ve witnessed it. But racing your bike all night long is disgusting business, and I
Goodbye low carb, buff rock climber, paleo inspired food mentality! You might work okay for some men, but for active women like myself, you do more harm than good. After years of night sweats and workouts plagued with low energy, a nutritionist friend finally confirmed something I’d been wondering: I need to eat more carbs.
When I took my new van to Flagstaff Auto Repair for the first time the manager told me the mechanics were worried I’d made a horrible mistake. I don’t blame them. At first glance, the van looks like it was never loved. The paint job is potentially the ugliest ever to roll into Flagstaff, plus
My dad and I used to spend the long drives discussing race strategies like, “play opossum for the first few miles,” “put a rascal move on the competition when they don’t expect it,” and, “don’t be a wounded animal when you start to feel tired.”
Artec and I flew into Liberia, Costa Rica on New Year’s Eve. We knew the trip was off to a good start when a cab driver in a tiny red economy car strapped Artec’s bike box to the roof and gestured for me to squeeze into the backseat and position myself on hands and knees
Easy Fuel for Early Morning Adventures
Tip #2: Pick up after yourself. Dear Mountain Biker Dude, You left two soaking wet carpets behind at 24 Hours in the Old Pueblo. I tried to find you on Facebook, but I can’t remember your name, and it turns out there are a lot of males who race bikes on Facebook. So I’m leaving
Tip #1: When you are standing on the trail, and a rider approaches, the polite thing to do is move out of the way – even if the rider is a girl.
I composed a love note on Valentine’s Day last year for my partner while sprawled across the backseat of my van with my shammies pulled down to my knees and a spoon of Nutella in my mouth. It was 2 a.m; we were racing duo at 24 Hours in the Old Pueblo for our second