Tuesday, September 25, 2012

And I doubled up... Charm City Cross!

Or better said, I tried to, but was only partially successful.

Anyways. Let’s start from the very beginning (why do I always think of the “sound of music” when I say that?). As I had decided after the suffer-fest and the assorted pains and aches all over my body that resulted from the first CX race, nothing that was going to stop me from racing the following weekend… NOTHING… NOTHING… NOTHING except for, goddammit, work. Ugh. Two deadlines magically appeared on my calendar for Monday, which meant I dorked my entire weekend in front of the laptop while staring longingly at my bike. Sigh. Sometimes I hate being a grown-up.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

It has begun… Tacchino Cyclocross!!

Every single muscle in my body hurts, I have bruises on my shoulder, forearm, legs and I think there is a bottom bracket imprinted on my lower back. Ouch. IT’S CYCLOCROSS SEASON, BABY!!!! And the first race was Tacchino CX at the beautiful Rosaryville State Park this last Sunday.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Dawg Days of Summer

And, the last race of the year turned out to be my first. Go figure. I spent the entire season riding, not ever “training” and always avoiding races… I did semi-decide to race a couple of times, but always something more “important” such as 100 degrees days, a trip to Shenandoah, or my total lack of desire to get up at an ungodly hour got in the way.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Bonking to de-blob

About two or three months ago, I started noticing that my clothes were fitting a bit too tight, and even my upgraded bras were kind oh, hmmmm, overflowing. Soooooo, being as pretentious as I am, I got worried.

I decided to face the truth. I stepped on the evil, dreaded, and always truth-telling scale. And I had a moment….. A HOLY FUCKING SHIT moment… Yes, it was THAT bad. I had never seen those obscene numbers before. And, of course, pretentious girl over here completely and absolutely freaked out.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

No pain, no gain

As I may or may not have conveyed earlier, I kinda really really hate using the trainer. Yet, I am complete cold wimp. It’s a conundrum.  So, the question of every fall season comes up again, what am I to do to train now that it’s getting cold outside?

I keep hearing about people’s adoration for rollers. Well, maybe not exactly adoration, riding outside in nice weather is always better. But, compared to the trainer, rollers apparently are some sort of a heavenly invention.

If by any chance, you don't know what the hell rollers are, well, they are some sort of a treadmill for bikes. Here is a pic:

Wednesday, May 4, 2011


Houston, I have a problem: I am addicted to bikes.

Or maybe it is not a problem, not a bad one anyways. But I am. Ok, let’s face it: there are worse things to be addicted to. 

The evidence:

(1) I have 5 bicycles, which are not that many by *some* of my friends’ standards (not naming any names here!). But I always want more, can convince myself I *need* more, and I can’t imagine letting go of any of the ones I currently have… As someone said in a Facebook post last weekend: "Correct numbers of bikes is n+1, with n=to the number of bikes you currently own."