Archive for the ‘cycling’ Category

A long day at Lotoja

Monday, September 12th, 2011

I had a clever plan for Lotoja this year: train mostly swimming, finish a half-Ironman, and then cram all my bicycle training into two weeks (during a critically busy time at work).

In retrospect, maybe that wasn’t so clever after all.

Park City Tri

Sunday, June 19th, 2011

Olympic distance triathlon #2 is in the books.  Executive summary: it went pretty well. Still plenty of room for improvement.


An ordinary ride

Monday, September 21st, 2009

On Sunday I set out for a quick ride up Emigration Canyon. My primary bike, Ol’ Yeller, is out of commission, so I was on the Black Mamba. The Black Mamba is my first “serious” bike, a twenty year old Fuji. She’s [1] a lovely bit of  Japanese steel, full 8-speed Dura-ace components, a delight to my retro-grouchy eyes. But alas, she has only a double chainring, not enough low gears for serious climbing for a person of my modest strength. Which is why she’s the backup bike. But the day was lovely and Emigration isn’t terribly steep.


Saturday cycling

Sunday, November 23rd, 2008

The weather here in northern Utah has been just ludicrously lovely for the month of November. For each of the last four weekends I have gone on ‘one last ride before the weather closes in’. So on Saturday, still flushed with the delight of Weasel Jr’s hockey game and with the sun shining bright and clear I couldn’t help but set out for, well, for one more. The last one before the weather closes in, for sure.


commuting… to the death

Tuesday, September 16th, 2008

I try not to race on my 8-mile commute, especially in the morning. I don’t want to arrive at work all sweaty and panting, and besides, it’s morning. There’s no oxygen in the morning. I just want a nice easy roll into work.

But my commute takes me along a very popular cycling route. There’s a lot of bike traffic going in the same direction and sometimes things just happen.



Thursday, September 11th, 2008

Last year was the first time I finished the full Lotoja distance and I nearly turned myself inside out with stress. I remember only snatches of the twelve painful hours I spent on the bike that day and few of those are good. I made it, but only on sheer bloodymindedness and sinew. Fun it most emphatically was not. So naturally I signed up for it again this year, as one does.


Tour de Park City

Tuesday, August 5th, 2008

I was quite nervous about this ride. The profile is intimidating; 50 miles of straight uphill from Evanston to the top of Bald Mountain in the middle of 170 miles of riding is a scary sight on paper and I imagined it would be a tad worse in reality. I wasn’t sure I had the motivation to make it, nor the miles in my legs. There was definitely a moment when the alarm went off at 5:15 am when I considered rolling over and going back to sleep. But the stupid thing in my head that considers this particular form of self-abuse a good idea wouldn’t let me get away with it.



Tuesday, July 15th, 2008

Kris and I arrived at Jason’s house around 5:00 on Friday. We were met by Carla, his charming wife; Jason and Anne were at the airport picking up Robert. Their house is lovely, large and light and open and meticulously clean in the way that makes slobs like myself both amazed and nervous, not quite sure if it’s OK to set a drink down or disturb an artfully arranged magazine. I slipped off my shoes, surmising from Carla’s bare feet that this was the custom, and immediately regretted it as ten hours of road funk wafted up from my shamefully exposed toes. I found an excuse to examine the back yard for a bit and observe the cows grazing in the meadow over their back fence. They didn’t seem to mind the smell.