A week ago I walked into my office and like I do every morning, I change the number on my whiteboard…the number that counts down to the London to Paris ride. That morning, I changed it to read 120. Something about that number stunned me and honestly, I haven’t had a...
I’ve been planning this for about a month. Driving different routes on the weekends. Getting the Cannondale ready. Waiting for the weather to break…just a little. And finally, this week I started commuting to work on my bike. This is not a ride out on my Seven…a...
Today I filled out forms for the London to Paris ride. And although I have had this trip planned for a few months, the reality of insurance forms and medical questionnaires gave me a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. Judging by the questions, it’s pretty obvious...
I grew up in a brick two-flat on the south side of Chicago. We were on the first floor and my aunt, uncle, and cousins on the second. Down the block were more cousins and friends who may as well have been cousins for the amount of time we spent in each other’s...
Earlier this week I finished a really long and intensive project at work. The two weeks prior had been especially crazy, exacerbated by the fact that for the final four days before launch date I was sick. as. a. dog. I took my team to lunch today to say thanks for...
