Without fear, would I know when to stop? Fear is so primal and emotional. A much more effective method than thinking. Like an automatic safe-o-meter. Maybe I trust it to pop-up just when I need it. And trust that I will listen to it and use it as a gauge of my boundaries and abilities...
The Velominati may be gospel to the hardcore roadie. But when it comes to women and cycling, we felt there could be a few addendums to THE RULES. Weigh-in and tell us where you stand!
Before embarking on my trip to the Pyrenees all my non-cycling friends had the same question... “Why?” Hmmm. That is a very good question...
I can be quite an over-thinker. I get stuck between should and want, think and feel. I make things black or white with no room for grey. If I do what I should do, I’ll miss out on all the fun. If I do what I want to do, I will screw everything up. Maybe, just maybe, there is room to live a little...
I was days away from leaving for a long cycling event in Europe when Jenn asked me to bring along the latest bib prototype. Sure, I said. Love to give them a go. Nothing like 9 days of +100 miles and +10,000 feet of climbing to put their performance to the test. Little did I know that I would be tested too...
