The world is quiet as I leave the house in the morning on my bike. It’s still dark, and the city is only starting to come to life. The unmistakable hiss of the brakes from a city bus is often the only sound I notice for blocks. As I move along daylight breaks and with...
My last post was full of anxiety. Full of self-imposed pressure that was slowing sucking the enjoyment out of one of the most enjoyable things I’ve ever known: riding my bike. I was worried that I wasn’t “training” long enough, hard enough, or often enough to be ready...
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...
What is it about this winter that is making it seem endless? I grew up in Chicago. I’ve been through winters much colder, much snowier. How has this become my winter of discontent? What is it? Perhaps it’s because I have felt tortured all winter with images posted...
