Pedal Strike

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 […]

TweetI never really understood the obsession with protein until my hot cousin married a yachtsman. Tall and ruggedly handsome, sporting the perpetual tan, I was impressed. He also happened to be a super nice guy, and we shot the shit about the Louis Vuitton America’s Cup, the then-new yacht used by Team New Zealand that […]

TweetI firmly believe there are three kinds of sweat: the hot, dry kind of casual summer rides around town, the squeamishly humid kind that won’t ever seem to abate, and last but not least [and possibly the best], the drenching, dripping, addicting kind that can only be a product of a decent training ride. I’ve […]

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 […]

TweetIt’s Tuesday, I know, but let me tell you about Sunday. Because there was ketchup involved, pre-5pm, and that is always a good thing. I think ketchup is a food in and of itself. It’s not a mere condiment; labeling it that strips it of its innate glory. It’s a pureed, red mess of vinegary […]