Author: chaseelizabeth

The Ponderosa Pine that Stabbed Back

The weather was exceptionally warm for April, and I intended to take full advantage of it. My plan was to ride a giant figure eight around Flagstaff – over 60 miles and 7,000 feet elevation gain – all on really fun singletrack. Around mile 35 I started up Little Bear, a steep trail on the

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Oops I’m Doing it Again: It’s Time Race 24 Hours in the Old Pueblo!

I had an out of body experience while standing under the Construction Zone team tent a few weeks ago at an MBAA race. The team manager asked me if I wanted to join a four-woman Old Pueblo team at the last minute. Without hesitation, and with a great deal of enthusiasm in my voice, I

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Cochise Stronghold Bikepacking

Our route planning commenced the same as it usually does. I volunteered a route, Artec responded with zero active listening signs, which annoyed me, so when he suggested a route I intentionally chose not to listen. I drew part of a track I thought looked good, Artec (still not really listening), told me he didn’t

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Goodbye 2017: A Woman’s Place is Outside

“Men still run the world; I’m not sure it’s going so well.” – Sheryl Sandberg Three days before Christmas I was driving Flagstaff’s party bike – the Alpine Pedlar – with a fake smile plastered on my face as the passengers sang and danced to Christmas music. Under layers of long underwear, fleece pants, and a

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Highlights and Bloopers From Breckenridge 100 Mountain Bike Race

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!

The Erins Who Toot Rainbows, and Other Stories from 24 Hours in the Enchanted Forest

24 Hours in the Enchanted Forest

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

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Hello, Good Carbs: Farro Salad with Local Veggies

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.

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Balancing Old and Reliable: Finding the Perfect Cheap Van

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

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A Childhood Racing in Northern Michigan: Reflections from the Lumberjack 100

Lumberjack 100

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.”

Bikepacking Costa Rica: Where Dead Ends and Wrong Turns Lead to Paradise

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

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