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Musings – Winnipeg CycleChick
Convalescence

Convalescence

Goodness, how time flies. It’s been almost six weeks since I hit the deck, and I’m not going to lie, convalescing pretty much blows. It’s frustrating, boring, and not without its fair share of discomfort. That said, I’ve been spoiled rotten by…

May Cause Vomiting

May Cause Vomiting

“How are you?” “Terrible, actually.” He looked at me, confused. “My arm hurts.” I figured this would be obvious, “I can’t do anything. And my hair… I look like a crazy person.” Before I left the hospital, I was told…

A Humerus Thing Happened on the Morning Ride

A Humerus Thing Happened on the Morning Ride

Sorry about the title, I couldn’t help myself. Even if it meant giving away the punchline to this entire post. Yes, I crack myself up. As some of you already know, last Tuesday I was involved in a serious crash during…

Love and Hate in the Time of Strava

Love and Hate in the Time of Strava

My feeling for Strava are… complicated. Probably best described as the paradoxical love/hate variety, unlike the less ambiguous hate/hate I have for unicycles, people who don’t use turn signals, and radishes. Strava is a weird mix of training tool and…

Segregated Racing: A Matter of Opinion

Segregated Racing: A Matter of Opinion

With DarkCross and MennoCross in the books and under our belts, it’s safe to say cyclocross season has taken the stage with all the flourish and dazzle of Elvis in the Vegas years (minus the sequins and fried chicken). Over the…

Be It (Un)Resolved

Be It (Un)Resolved

A week ago I had every intention of sitting down to write a recap of the year and share a bunch of promises I have little intention of keeping. As I sharpened my gold pencil crayon and prepared for an afternoon of self-loathing, my…

The Curse of the Ski Pants

The Curse of the Ski Pants

When I was six years old, after years of being unceremoniously stuffed into one-piece snow suits in the winter, I received a TWO piece snow ensemble so glorious the snow would literally disintegrate from the awesomeness. A deep cranberry colour, it boasted…

Thoughts on Socks

Thoughts on Socks

I don’t know about you, but if there is anything that keeps me up at night, it’s the mystery of what length of cycling socks will make me look as Pro as possible. Since I have no hope of ever…

What Will You Tell Her?

This post is in response to the increasing hostility I have encountered lately while riding west of our fair city. Today while out on a group ride, a truck travelling in the oncoming lane intentionally swerved into our lane, then gave…

Kids of Mud

Kids of Mud

Three years ago I made the executive decision that my son would no longer play soccer. Watching him run halfheartedly after a soccer ball in a swarm of other children was unbearably boring, and sitting on the sidelines listening to…