You may find this hard to believe, but in between cocktails I am pretty particular about the kind of food I put into this well-oiled* machine I call my body. Nutrition is an important part of training, and lately I have…
What a lovely day for a morning ride. While moms everywhere enjoyed a well-deserved sleep-in, followed by a luxurious breakfast of Fruit Loops and mustard served in bed – I squeezed into my finest Sunday bike kit, pumped my skinny…
Sunday is Mothers’ Day. In celebration of the wonderful woman who brought you into this world, you should get your ass out of bed early and come ride 100km with us. After all, your mother loves you more than anything…
With so many awesome bikey things happening on Saturday, it was really hard to decide what to do. Should I get down and dirty on the gravé with the boys and girls from the FGBC and RRR? Put on my…
Well hello there. Long time no see. If you’ve been wondering where I’ve been (and even if you haven’t), let me tell you: I have not been in Belgium watching bike races, or spending long, passionate days in the sack…
I stand corrected. This is not unusual. Rachel was kind enough to point out that the Women & Cycling Workshop Series does not run every Wednesday, but rather has an actual schedule. Far be it for me to mislead my…
I like to think of cycling as mostly asexual. It’s the great equalizer where I can park the purse and join the androgynous spandex masses and ride until I puke. But lets face it, sometimes girls just want to be girls….
After a recent post about my compulsion to do things I’m told not to do, an email arrived in my inbox that simply read: “I dare you not to do my race.” It was from the S.O.B. himself, so of…
Dear Riding Buddy It’s early in the season and we’re all excited to get outside and ride, whether we’ve spent hours in the basement on the trainer or making fun of those that do. Either way, it’s easy to forget…
There is nothing that motivates me to do something more than being told I shouldn’t do it. You might say “it’s a chick thing”, but if you did, I’d probably call you a silly twat. Gauntlets, both literal and proverbial,…