Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Sunday, December 27, 2009
- Avatar: meh...seriously, just my opinion. While you really have to twist my arm to get me to a movie theater, I found "Ponyo" far more enjoyable on the big screen. The hype was kinda lost on me...I could go on, but I'll just leave it at not a fan.
- Day after Christmas: post-holiday blues/blahs hit me hard...I'm good now, but, phew...that was rough. Again, not a fan.
- procrastination: my bike remains in the box it was shipped home in...suppose I should unpack/inspect/reassemble...definitely not a fan of my last-minute ways. New Years resolution material? nah, probably not.
not a fan of this particular post...what can I say? Christmas was awesome, but the rest of the weekend pretty much sucked (the highlights being a rainy ride that left me 20 lbs heavier in soaking clothes and "Footloose" on VH1)...
On a more positive note, I am very much a fan of:
- Dior color reviver lip balm...mmmm, divine.
- homemade peppermint bark
- New Years Eve parties...who's having one?
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Friday, December 18, 2009
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Thursday, December 10, 2009
- random call-ups left me with a last-row start
- the temperature was maybe ten degrees this morning
- I crashed out of the top fifteen after a pretty stellar first lap
- My third crash rendered my front wheel immobile, leaving me to run half the course to the pits (as the field slid by me, one by one, by one...)
- I didn't have a pit bike, let alone wheels (though, a kindly stranger in the pit quickly had me back in action)
- the ice got the best of me
- My knee is jacked
- I probably had my worst result all season today (on paper)
I really don't care and it's really okay and I am really not grumpy.
wait, shouldn't I be a little grumpy??
Yesterday found me crossing the country on 3 different planes, only to arrive at my final destination in the dark, unaware of what the landscape around me even looked like. Greeted warmly at this amazing house by my teammates, I knew immediately it was worth the trip (even that third & final flight on a straight-up prop plane, nonetheless).
This morning, I woke up to a very cold & very snowy winter wonderland...in Oregon.
I raced my bike, crashed my bike, ran with my bike, and finished my last B race of 2009.
Tomorrow is Masters and I have a chance to do it again...hopefully without the crashing & running part.
Wish me luck & ring your cowbells for C3!
Monday, November 30, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Pictured above is me & my awesome teammate, Diane...I love her attitude and her pluck. At last, redemption was mine at the Hillbilly Hustle (where, until now, I have always had a lousy race). Lining up for my first foray in the Elites, I channeled Catherine Powers' voice in my head, "I belong here because I am fast..." (or, in my case, I belong here because I can be fast)...I'd be a fool not to acknowledge the fact that I was also inspired by my dad's win just hours before.
race like an A race like an A race like an A race like an A race like an A race like an A...
(I don't know how or why these things pop up in my head while I'm racing, but it works for me...sometimes it's a song, sometimes it's a haphazard silly mantra, sometimes it's words shouted from the other side of the tape...today it was, "Bury yourself, Kim" on one lap and, "Smile!!" on the next...thanks, dad)...as I said, it just works for me.
If I've learned anything this past year, it's that attitude is everything...I've watched it and embraced it in just about every area of my life in the past eighteen or so months...far from any race course, too.
The Hustle was on...the mud, the fast turns, the mound of doom (heh heh)...I rode the hell out of that course and made my legs ache in ways I've never felt before. I was proud to cross the line 4th, hot on the heels of Diane...she rode an amazingly strong & smooth race, graciously showing me how it's done in the A's.