Shannon first offered me an opportunity to blog on Mountain Bike Race News, he
gave me absolutely free reign - "You can say anything you like any way you like
so feel free to load it up with your opinions or feelings or whatever you feel
like writing about.Ē The only suggestion he made was not to give blow-by-blow
race reports. I completely agree with him - who wants to read about every
corner, hill, leg-burning climb, gel eaten, missed feed, and excuse as to why
one missed the top step of the podium? OK, maybe Iíll throw one in every once
in a while, but for the most part, races are much more exciting in oneís head
than retold to others.
back to the content of this blog...could I use it as a soapbox to project rants
against roadies, enduro racers, and trail e-bikes? gripe about training? use it
as a shameless plug for my sponsors? an instagram compilation of all my
artfully plated meals? cute puppy pictures???
Iíll hold off on all of the above for now. Although I could go off on a few rantsÖ
Instead, Iíll fill you in on what exciting details have gone on in my life
during the past few weeks.
got a power meter! Yup, Iíve moved into the ranks of cycling nerd-dom, and itís
been interesting. Although, I frequently shut it off because having numbers
flashing at me for the whole ride is disconcerting and depressing. Mostly, my
coach, Tyler, appreciates it because I give about as much verbal feedback as a
horse. The one disappointment Iíve encountered since Iíve started using it is
that I donít go as fast downhill as I imagined. I can no longer begin stories
with, "I was going, like, 60 mph down Emigration when (fill in the blank)Ē,
because Big Brother knows the truth. In fact, my max speed is so slow on the
road that I wonít even disclose it here.
discovered Jim Beam Rye. In case youíre curious, my favorite whiskey is High
West Son of Bourye, but thatís rarely a plausible option for me to buy. Next in
line is Bulleit Rye, and then after that, itís all the same to me. As long as
itís not Canadian. Anyhow, the discovery of cheap-ish rye means trouble. How is
this related to bike racing? Itís not, but hopefully Iíll find a way for the
two to mesh well.
the season to zip up your jersey when youíre descending on road. A big Ďol
horsie fly flew into my open collar and proceeded to neatly nibble around my
collarbone, neck, and back while I made my best tweaker impression.
my roadie roommates were busy team-time-trialling back to the peloton after
missing the start of the Bear Lake road race on Saturday, I was roaming around
the Mt Nebo area on deserted, loamy trails. I WIN. Not that life is a
competition or anythingÖ
than that, Iíve just been prepping for a little trip across the pond - i.e.
renewing my passport in the nick of time (phew!) so I can race the Nove Mesto
and Albstadt World Cups. First time racing my bike outside of the U.S. of A. so
Iím pretty excited!