Fantastic Cross-Tastic (and Then Some)
Ok, how fun was that? FOG’s Cross-Tastic race at Wittier Park on Sunday offered swoopy grass stuff, fast gravel sections, muckapalooza, stairs, barriers, hills… and then sausages and wicked draw prizes. Somebody described cross races as a family picnic with…
Saint Malo and the Stairway to Heaven
I tried unsuccessfully to find out the story of the real Saint Malo, and although I didn’t find anything useful, I suspect he met some grisly end like many of his Saintly cohorts. Thankfully, the St. Malo CX race this…
The Good, The Bad and The Muddy
This weekend’s Menno Cross was without a doubt the most gruelling and filthy sporting event I have ever participated in. It was also one of the most fun and memorable. I’m not sure, but I suspect there are all sorts…
Menno Cross
So I didn’t quite make the cross race last weekend as originally planned. Cycle Chick had to take a brief hiatus and assume her evil alter ego, Laundry Chick. Stupid laundry. But this Saturday, I will be out (so consider…
The Road to Holland
There is a holy trinity of road racing which consists of the criterium, the time trial and the road race. A criterium (or crit for those of us to whom criterium sounds like something far more sophisticated and pretentious than…
Muddy Waters 2010
Normally this post would be a riveting description of how epic and brutal the Muddy Waters 100 mile Habitat for Humanity charity ride (not race) was. But considering I didn’t do it, you will be spared. Sort of. I can’t…
Trialling Times
It’s been almost 3 weeks since I was taken to the hospital by ambulance. So naturally it made perfect sense to ease back into riding this weekend by doing a 23km time trial. Of course, not being a total idiot…
A Criterium
I was nervous at the start line, but I always am. This time perhaps a bit more, for a number of reasons: 1. at about 15 riders, this was probably the biggest group I’d raced with 2. I have been…
Try Tri Again
It was through the fine sport(s) of triathlon that I came to be a cyclist. I often tell people it was kind of like dating someone and asking them to hook you up with their hot friend. In my case…
Three Hundred (and Twenty)
Through rain coloured glasses. I read recently that what is unique about any endurance sport is that whether you are feeling really good or really bad, don’t worry… it won’t last. This was certainly true of the 300 (and twenty)…