Cyclocross Basics: Race Day Nutrition

Cyclocross Basics: Race Day Nutrition

Here’s another frequently asked cyclocross question: What the heck do I eat on race day and when do I eat it? This is something that you have to play with a little to find out what works for your specific body, but there are a few general guidelines that will help: Your last full meal [...]

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Get Some Skillz: Cyclocross Basics

Get Some Skillz: Cyclocross Basics

It’s that time of year and I’m getting lots of questions about how to train and prepare for cyclocross. Training is a whole can of worms I’m probably not really qualified to go into, but it can be pretty simple if you let it. Here it is… wait for it… Go hard on Wednesdays. Yep, [...]

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Kermesse Does Not Equal Cyclocross…

Kermesse Does Not Equal Cyclocross…

… but it does equal awesome. Kruger’s Farm is a hoe-down worthy wonderland complete with corn on the cob, big sodium rockets and a whole passel of fresh farm produce waiting to jump in your basket. It’s the type of place where you can snuggle up under some impossibly idyllic tree and get down with [...]

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On (Not) Throwing my Editor Under the Bus

Yesterday’s column for the Oregonian explored a topic that has been on my mind for a while – the fine line between cycling “recreation” or “enthusiasm” and activism/advocacy. Specifically our role as racers in the community and what are responsibility is to work to defend, preserve and expand our safe access to the roads we [...]

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Oh Boy! GnG T-Shirts!

Oh Boy! GnG T-Shirts!

The painted fingernail thing happened almost by accident last year. You see, I can be a grubby, lazy little SOB and one day while observing my dirty fingernails, I thought how clever it would be just to hide the dirt with polish. How convenient for ‘cross season! I picked a bright red color that matched [...]

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29,000 Dead Children

There’s a lot of shitty news these days, huh? I feel like it just piles and piles and comes flying so fast you can hardly keep track of it. I’ll admit, it barely affects me anymore (in stark contrast to my early twenties when I would sob for three miles walking to work after passing [...]

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