Lately, my job has been like a black hole, sucking up all my bloggy energy and spitting out a shell of a writer. But fear not, dear readers, I shall rise from the ashes of my to-do list like a phoenix, ready to regale you with tales once more. Managed to escape the clutches of…

Tonight, I’ve stumbled upon a rare gem of an evening where I can actually plop down and watch a hockey game. Usually, my routine is as predictable as a sitcom rerun: clock out from work, dive into training, blend up a recovery smoothie that’s probably too green for its own good, and then crash harder…

Bacon tastes so good. And if it is cooked just right, the fat becomes crispy and just a wonderful explosion of hickory smoky flavor. That is what I am experiencing now. Also, the smell of my freshly made espresso wafts through my apartment, and a fresh toasted raisin bagel (gluten-free, of course) eagerly awaits its…

I really don’t know what drives me to go harder when my entire biology says that I am about to die. But I do. I was climbing up Pattee Canyon in my large ring, two clicks down in the back. It was a 3 minute sprint and I felt like I just couldn’t muster the…

As I barreled down the track with my heart thumping at a rapid 170 bpm, it seemed too intense to be real. Yet, there I was, carving through a hairpin turn, leaning into it with all my might. My bike, my dream machine, hugged the curve with the tenacity of Velcro, and I couldn’t help…

Ross and I just stood there dumbfounded at our surroundings. The sun hit our faces and we squinted to look around at all the things we once knew but have somehow forgotten. Bare ground for one. This simple element can not be emphasized more. There was plants, animals, and amazingly enough not a trace that…

It is upon us. The weekend that my friend Ross and I have been waiting for. It is the 2011 Devils Slide Mountain bike Race weekend. This is one thing we look forward to every year. It is all about spring time temps, camping out for the first time, and comforts of good friendships. And…

I think I huked. Is that what you call it when you ride off a big drop?  In any case I took the new rig off a big ol drop between Taco Bell and Burger King yesterday. I was just out playing on the bike when I was forced to ride into TB’s parking lot…

I don’t know who started calling my coffee cup “Black Betty”.  I think it was my friend Paul and he was referring to a popular song. The cup was large enough to hold gallons of coffee to get me through my computer science classes at Plattsburgh State. I still have black betty. Chad wrote me…

This year I guess I am right were I am supposed to be. Not really in my best fitness but I am pretty fit. I am fit enough to ride all day and into the night. It is like breathing. This kind of fitness plays havoc on friendships. Come to find out, not EVERYONE wants…

“You are ruining our track. Why can’t you go ski Pattee Canyon and leave our trails alone”, some man yelled to me as I skate skied my way back to the trail head in the Rattlesnake Recreation Area. It was 2005 and I haven’t been to the Rattlesnake corridor on skis since. Since 2005 I…

Cinnamon, orange peel, raspberry leaf, lemongrass, licorice root, papaya leaf, strawberry leaf, and cardamom. A tea that I have been sipping on for the last hour called Night on Glacier Bay by Montana Tea and Spice Trading. Sigor Rous I believe is playing on Pandora. It is early, 2:11 in the morning to be exact.…

Dawn approached and I stuffed myself with blueberry scones and coffee. One of my favorite “off season” things to do. It was cloudier then the day before and that meant a storm was fast approaching. I made a decision to head out as early as possible to get in a 5 hour adventure before it…

I stepped outside for fresh air and could look back into my apartment from the outside. It was a new kind of perspective. A glance into my life from the outside. I could see myself inside.  I had a glass of wine and appeared at the window. I was starring so far away it seemed…

The last one really hurt. Only 30 seconds long the high cadence sprint up the biggest pitch I could find in the South Hills seemed like a 20 minute time trail. It is hard to believe the ground you can cover going uphill in 30 seconds. In a race the same distance would of taken…

As I approached the California Street Bridge on my way to work I stopped to take a photo. Through the trees I could see the bridge outline with pink colors of the morning sky and the beauty captured me. I snapped off a quick shot and headed to work. Crossing the bridge I thought ahead…