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I am seriously a glutton for punishment. There is something about 12 hour races and moving that has become my forte. Dawn to Dusk, 2 days later movers. Leadville 100. My stopover between Albuquerque, New Mexico and Winona, Minnesota. The Townhouse is ready, the car is loaded and I am off to Leadville. I race Leadville, pick up my schwag, hug Ken and Merilee and I am off to Minnesota. I did have a nice stop over in Des Moines. I get off on 43 and the truck dies. No Shit. I coast over to the shoulder, and I am

Please take the time to participate in the poll near the bottom of my post. I'm taking it. Results page shows a 10:54.  After I had been across the line for a few moments, someone  said, 'Good Job, sub 11' and 10:54 was the time on the clock when I looked, so who knows. I am going with sweatshirt time, because there is nothing more permanent than that. Everything was perfect going into the race. The week before, even in the midst of my final departure from ABQ, every thing was smooth. No pre race pneumonia. Training

Is to conquer them. Went out today to ride the foothills. It's all about fast right now, and not getting hurt. I felt good, I was effortlessly floating, it was easy. I did a full lap, not to the Water Tank, Sub 1 hour. The Mountains were growling, thunder, so what did I do? Another lap; a TT lap. Another PR.  Or at least tied with a PR, but this one came an hour into it. I realized while I was out there, just ride, the storm is coming, and I am safe. Even if I get struck by lightening, it's doing what I

Is always myself. My goal for Leadville, 10:40. I want to take an hour off of my time from 2008.  It's a hefty goal, but I think, it's doable. But you never, ever know, what will happen on race day!  I won't put all of my eggs in one basket, because, like I tell my athletes, this is an extrinsic goal, something that I don't have any control over.  I have control over my training, to a degree my mechanics, but you never know, how the weather will impact you, flat tires, crashes,

It's the truth. Yesterday I finished a very long, difficult training ride for the LT100. Once I got service, I checked my email, and in there was this from a past client: "Ride until you see the Light, until you see that you are part of the Divine. Ride until you remember why you ride. You ride for your health. You ride, for the joy.  You ride because it makes you a better person. You ride to feel better. You ride, because it's important to take care of yourself, so that you are here another

Started ride it was 68 degrees, with cloud cover. That made my MN blood so happy. :) I finished it was sub 80, double happy :)  :) My Awesome Ride: consisted of Elena/Tram/La Luz x 2/Tram Elena.  You can see it's my  mini Leadville. I wanted to head to Socorro today to do "Leadville" Topo. There's been a change in Monsoon patterns, bringing them earlier, and I wanted to make the most of my morning. So with the change in monsoons patterns, I changed my workout. Tuesday's ride left me with a TSS score of 271.  That would

8.5 hours on the bike will do that. Especially without music.  I don't like to listen to music when I exercise, it blocks out God's Voice. I started my ride off with heading down Tramway. Lot's of folks out riding yesterday but one gentleman caught my eye. The guy with one leg. Tramway climb is my least favorite climb in the world.  It's 5-6 miles long, and it's got a small grade, and it's mentally challenging, seeing where you are going. It's a great LT interval. So here comes a guy with one leg.  No prosthetic, just

The best way to describe it is Wow; Wow-zapalooza. What is Hut to Hut? It's a 6 night adventure via bicycle through a hut system from Durango to Moab:   I committed to the event about a year and a half ago.  I committed to schlepping the kitchen through the San Juan Mountains. I love Back Country.  Although 6 days would be the longest I have gone. I knew the truck would hold up well, as the guys at the shop said, it's the best shape they have ever seen the make and model of my vehicle.

The loaded and impossible question. Where am I from? I was born at the Ramsey Hospital in St. Paul, Minnesota. I toured around the Twin Cities for 12 years: which included: Brooklyn Center, Golden Valley, Minnetonka. At which point I moved to St Louis, Missouri. I graduated High School from Webster Groves, Missouri, spending roughly 6 years in St. Louis. From there I journeyed to Columbia, Missouri, where I lived for 4 years. Columbia is where I learned  what I wanted to be when I grew up, and that I wanted to move West. So I did, to Albuquerque,