Pedal Strike

TweetWhen significant others fail become less significant, I do what [I’d like to think] most others do: stuff all objects/memories/gifts/pictures associated with said person into some kind of receptacle [not the trash, though, apparently newly broken hearts like to cling not purge] and place it somewhere it can be easily forgotten. Months later, I’ll come […]

TweetYou know you’re at Interbike when the day starts with a stop by a suite at the Venetian, and the elevator next to you spits out a guy in a full kit on his bike, who clips in and rides his way to his hotel room. But you know the day’s going to be really […]

TweetYou know that feeling when you wake up at some absurd hour from passing out somewhere that is not in your own bed after a kind of long night and you realize it’s probably a good idea to leave wherever you are even if you don’t really want because, hey, there’s always tomorrow? That sort […]

TweetIt might feel like October in Boston, but you know it’s summer when everyone starts chasing a yellow jersey. Ah, the Tour de France. Having no TV, blown out speakers on my laptop, and drowning in different projects with ridiculous self-imposed deadlines, it’s a wonder I even know the Tour started on Saturday. But then […]

TweetThe unpredictable [well, more than usual] mood swings, the sometimes swirling depression, the desire to drown myself in ice cream and potato chips [at the same time]. All signs pointing to a very reasonable suspicion that my uterus is currently getting out of control. Estrogen, I hate you. The weather doesn’t seem to make it […]