
We’re more than just our bodies
The moment I realized I’d be judged on how my body looked was in fourth grade when Derrick yelled out, “Moley! Moley! Moley!” No thanks

The moment I realized I’d be judged on how my body looked was in fourth grade when Derrick yelled out, “Moley! Moley! Moley!” No thanks

I never feel “enough.” I convince myself I can always do more, be more, think more. Nothing I do is ever good enough for me.

If you continue to ride the same roads with the same people, you’ll only ever know how to ride with that group on that surface.

Now that cross is over, #crossiscoming “Oh, it’s stupid fun,” Jim told me as we watched our teammates jump barriers in the middle of the

I get asked a lot : “How did you get into bike racing?” My parents weren’t cyclists and they are about as athletic as any

I thought I could take my endurance rides to the field and compete. I was humbled faster than I thought I could race. The longer I race my bike, the more I realize how it transfers to Life.

1. Survived brain tumor / brain surgery at eighteen / benign with headaches 2. Airbag crushed my skull / damaged memory, face, eye / somehow

To win a bike race, you first gotta show up. As we corralled in front of the start line at The Estes Epic, I smiled

There we were, the four of us, joking about making it a group ride instead of a race. We asked Shawn if there were any