Pedal Strike

Tweet“It’s cold out today. Or, that’s what I thought when I got in my car.” I’m met with a variation of that comment at least once a week when people see me with a bike in one hand and a helmet in the other. A friend once informed me, in the middle of that frigid […]

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 […]

TweetInexplicably, I get less sleep on the weekends than during the week. Well, “inexplicably” to the ordinary person. Usually asleep by 1am, up by 6am the following morning, I try to be out the door and on the bike by 7. Anyone who goes out on training rides knows the deal. Besides, riding early means […]

TweetI got rained on yesterday – for the first time this summer. It wasn’t even heavy rain, and lasted a mere 5 minutes. But lacking a front fender, my legs were instantly covered in beads of water, raising goosebumps on my unevenly tanned appendages. It was the first time, in a while, that I was […]

TweetIt’s official. It takes a special kind of person to leave the office at 5pm, change, get on a bike, and throw down some training miles. The obsessed kind of special where groups of friends heading to bars on beautiful Tuesday evenings can simply be ignored, exhaustion from a busy day at work is pushed […]