The weird thing about waiting rooms is the TV. The second hour in the waiting room, I was glued to it. Trying to read the captions to try and figure out what the figures on the screen were saying. To make things even more challenging, the volume was up a little, so I could hear…

I found myself at Adventure Cycling around 6 p.m., gearing up for what I dubbed the “Last Walk” – a whimsical pre-surgery send-off for a friend about to brave knee surgery the following day. Originally, we had grand visions of a cinematic evening, complete with pizza, beer, and the obligatory ice cream chaser. But, as…

Facing knee surgery on the horizon, today was all about soaking up the great outdoors—or at least escaping the confines of the house. It’s not my knee on the chopping block, but I’ve volunteered as tribute to be the makeshift “male nurse” for this knee saga. Sounds heroic, doesn’t it? Hence, today was a mixed…

Staring out my window here in Missoula, I’m hit with a revelation – nada, zilch, nothing’s missing. Yet, it’s exactly what’s absent in front of me that’s the kicker. We’re talking color – not just any hue, but that vibrant Bozeman palette that makes your heart skip a beat. The scene zooms in on a…

I just arrived in Missoula but not before stopping off at one of my favorite dirt venues. This time of year when most of Montana is frozen and covered in ice and snow Pipestone has always been to go to for a dirt fix.  It stays dry mostly because of the way the weather systems…

Ugh, me and procrastination, it’s a never-ending love-hate story. Tonight? Small core workout, easy peasy, enough time to pack for Missoula like a boss. Guess what? Nope. Fast forward to me face-planting on the couch, napping harder than a koala after a eucalyptus binge, and Craig Ferguson cackling on repeat on the TV. Whoops. But…

Tonight’s ride was a profound metaphor for life itself. This Friday, I’ll be hitting the road to support a friend through surgery, marking the start of a challenging six-month recovery for them. The thought of their swift shift from an active lifestyle to enforced stillness is heart-wrenching. I can only imagine the whirlwind of emotions…

Mondays, right? They’re like a whirlwind that picks you up and doesn’t bother putting you down gently. So, today (or should I say yesterday? No, it’s still today) was a marathon. Kicked off the day bidding adieu to someone, prepped for work, raced against time and still clocked in late, danced the nine-to-five scramble, and…

So there I was, updating my social sphere with, “Almost hitting the pavement. Wouldn’t say no to hitching a ride,” on both Twitter and Facebook. Lo and behold, within the span of a quick coffee break, a Ford Focus rolled up. Behind the wheel? Only the most charming lady you could imagine, greeting me like…

Okay, confess. Who else’s childhood involved precariously balanced towers of playing cards, mismatched Legos, and anything else vaguely rectangular? Yeah, me too. So, when my inner architect suddenly craved a Jenga showdown, the quest was on. Bozeman, our mountain haven, promised adventure, not just aisles of plastic blocks. My map app scoffed at my “scenic…

I learned today that the 24 hour race in West Yellowstone will probably not be on my path this year. Sometimes though you just have to hang your head out the window and enjoy the ride. I am bummed … sure. But for every bad gulp of cough medicine I have a endless amount of…

Time to gaze into that mirror and take a good long look at where we’ve been, where we’re at, and where this crazy road might just lead us to next. Now, I ain’t gonna lie, the future looks kind of bright. I done went and made myself a decision, put a fancy-schmancy training plan in…

Ah, the morning ritual, my friends! You know, the one where you’re not waiting for that pesky alarm clock but rather the sweet beep of your trusty heart rate monitor. Today, I was playing a game of “Can I beat my own heart rate monitor?” Spoiler alert: I usually do. But not today, my friends,…

Oh man, talk about a winter wonderland adventure this morning! The snow was just pouring down like crazy when I decided to brave it on my trusty “fatty.” Pedaling my way to work, I found myself on my special snow bike route, and let me tell you, it felt like I was smack dab in…

Rolling into my humble abode tonight, I swear the world was spinning faster than usual. Felt like I’d gone ten rounds with a six-pack of Cold Smokes. By the time I stumbled through the door, my head was on a merry-go-round, and my stomach was the ticket collector, eagerly waiting to show me the exit.…

Oh, let me take you back to that quirky blog post of mine, dubbed “S.O.L.O.,” a little nod to the lone adventurers and occasional racers among us, spiced up with a dash of leisurely dawdling when the journey turns homeward. Let me tell you, today was a textbook example of those days, but with a…

We finally rolled into the Lava Mountain Lodge deep in the heart of Teton Park, Wyoming, way past my bedtime. The roads? A nightmare straight out of a Stephen King novel. The journey? An epic saga, clocking in at around 7 hours. Now, here we are, trying to burrow into bed, but who can sleep?…