Cycling, Training

There’s a Reason They Call Me Waterfall: A Pain Cave Video

18 Comments 25 January 2009

All the Veloforma girls have a nickname.  It’s part of the deal. Being new to the squad, I’ve lingered without one for a few weeks – until last Wednesday.

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Cycling, Training

Chasing Mountain Goats: Veloforma Team Ride Report

2 Comments 24 January 2009

I was the third to arrive at Goose Hollow this morning for the team ride and I found Mark and Miranda inside, huddled around steaming mugs of coffee. “What’s the plan today, coach?” “Well, I was thinking of doing the O.C. loop with a bunch of westside stuff tacked on, but Becka is driving up [...]

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Cycling, Training

Ruminations on Cold Nights and Winter Light (via Wend Magazine)

Comments Off 20 January 2009

From the Cycling Diaries… The sunlight is obscene. It comes on strong in that all-consuming way that lovers do. Blinding. Disorienting. White hot. Dangerous. We don’t want to fall for it, but we still do. There isn’t really a choice.  December’s snowfall finally chased us inside onto trainers or rollers and we kept spinning the [...]

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Cycling, Fitness, Training

Get Up, Get Up, Get On It

5 Comments 07 January 2009

Do you feel that? It’s a lull.  It’s a big-assed lull. It’s like the holidays hit and then passed and then dried up and now we’re here with this wind and that flooding. I wake up in the middle of the night and there is a bar room brawl in the tree branches above me.  [...]

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Cycling, Training

“We’re Not Animali”: Written in Blood on the Wall of My Pain Cave

10 Comments 17 December 2008

You know what bike hell is?  It’s a perfectly heated room and a rear skewer locked into a trainer. Bikes hate trainers. I’m telling you.  More than I do. Even your prissy, fancy road bikes that claim they hate to get wet – trust me, they hate trainers more. Trainers are an affront to the [...]

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Cycling, Cyclocross, Life, Training

Saltzman at Night: I did not anticipate the teeth.

13 Comments 04 December 2008

I can see the dog’s teeth. What strikes me is not that the teeth have the potential to puncture skin, but that I can actually see them. It is pitch black, the cold winter trees of Forest Park blocking out the moonlight. Moments earlier I’d been alone and flying.  Descending a slippery dirt and gravel [...]

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