Ha! Chalk this post up to shameless self-promotion, but I thought this clip from my professional-athlete brother and his professional-athlete friend, talking about their two “sufferfest” bike/climbing tours, was hilarious (the best stuff for bike touring badassery starts around 40 seconds:) Just for fairness’ sake, this was …
I’ll admit it. I would love to be taking giant bike adventures all the time. But of course, life is definitely not always a giant bike adventure. Sometimes, life is a routine. And sometimes, in that routine, it seems like the same sorts of things happen in the same sorts …
 I. Monday. Despite my best efforts, I am sick. I tried all weekend to drown these unwelcome germs in echinacea tea, in soup full of garlic and ginger, I tried my best to stay healthy — but this time, the germs win. When I bike to work, up the hill, …
Remember randonneuring? That thing I used to do sometimes where I’d get on my bike and ride for miles and miles and miles? No, I don’t mean normal life when I just ride for miles and miles and miles because of the sheer joy of it, I mean those semi-organized …
