It was a long way to drive for a small race but for amateur riders every chance is an opportunity. I squeezed in the car with four riders...

Baggage. When you move every 6 months or more like I do you start to reassess your material belongings. Since your life can only amount...

My life is all about RICE: Rest, ice, compression, elevation. I’ve been staring down recovery road for a while now. My latest detour of...

From the top of Franshoek Pass on last weekend’s base ride, I thought my uphill battle with injury was almost over. I could see the...

Normal clothes on the left, kit on the right. Having only ventured into the world of sports a few years ago, it’s been a steep learning...

Mmm, mmm, fuel. Getting back to my old routine of training has also brought back my appetite–thank goodness, I love eating. During my...

Team work: I wouldn’t call myself a soigneur, just a damn good girlfriend. If you can’t be in a race the next best place to be is the...

Couch, series, ice and sadness. Greetings from Rock Bottom! It’s been a while since I’ve put my thoughts into words but here in Rock...

Spot the injury? Easy! VMO spotting has become my latest hobby. My non-functioning vastus medialis oblique, the inner quad muscle that...

My first swimming certificate–I’m the little one. A silver lining to the cloud of rehab that continues to gloom above me has been...

3rd at National Duathlon Champs! Last week I road tripped to Montreal, a cultural hub in the French speaking Canadian province of Quebec,...

Despite a less than desirable start to my track experiences, when I decided to train for a half marathon last year I decided to include...

Standing amid a sea of time trial bikes and aero helmets at bike check in, I suddenly felt like a roadie with a pair of running shoes. I...

Home is where the heart is. Through all my travels, I have never felt homesick. I may have longed for pancake breakfast with maple syrup,...

Warmed up and ready to go! You probably never forget your first win but I wouldn’t mind forgetting mine, or at least parts of it. It was...

Mmmm…pain au chocolat. I’m pretty sure I’m the only cyclist leaving France in July but my time in the Ardeche has come to an end. My...

Standing in the shadow of Ventoux. As we warmed up on the Col du Madeline, the shadowy outline of Mont Ventoux looked somewhat...

Sunny afternoon on the Ibie river. Rest feels like a death sentence to many athletes. Most athletes are obsessive about training and...

Back at the bottom of the Meyrand for redemption. The last time I was on the slopes of the Meyrand, it was 8 degrees, pouring rain, and I...

Our “dryer.” My dad always says “tough ride, tough rider” and although the last ten days of riding in torrential rain were tough, it was...