It makes me sad to read an article on women's cycling- and realize the word "woman" brings up “related” advertisements to unrelated sites about Chole Kardashians’s shocking confession and another generic blonde discussing having babies.
WHAT ELSE IS THERE IN THIS WORLD
I ate a pound of cheese. In two days.
Yesterday, I was cleaning the house and found an old piece of Cap’n Crunch beneath a cushion. It made me hungry. Yep. An old, suspiciously non-rotten sugar bomb was all it took to detail my new found good eating habits.
These are confessions. And now I am ready to admit I have a problem.
I want to blame it on my bike- on riding, on being active, on burning a justifiable amount of calories. But no. It’s me.
It’s time for an intervention.
Cyclists eat weird foods. You know you do. And I’m no exception. And as a lifelong vegetarian who can’t cook, I’ve eaten some really weird foods (or non-foods. I’ve had better luck reading chemistry books than the nutrition labels on something.)
You know the saying-
Cheap, healthy, easy. Pick two.
Since I’m a college kid, cheap isn’t negotiable. And healthy is the main goal here, so there’s only one solution-
learn how to cook.
Good God.
I know this probably sounds dramatic, but you don’t understand. I burn food so often that my bird-friend is no longer afraid of the smoke alarm. I’ve caught pasta on fire. I’ve exploded vegetables. I can only imagine what my neighbors think when they smell the atrocities I've tried to cook.
But eating well is important, and if I have to loose a finger or two in the process, well, I’m willing to make that sacrifice. (kidding)
You see, I have this vision of one day creating amazing means from my own garden. Meals abundant in ripe, colorful veggies and farm fresh eggs. (In these visions I’m also spending my days mountain biking with two labs after retiring from a highly successful career of some sort, so maybe it’s a bit far fetched).
But in a tiny step closer to this dream, I’ve also decided to grow some herbs to use in my meals. You can pretty much call me a domestic goddess.
For the longest time, winter didn’t happen. The leaves changed color on time. They fell from their branches and crunched beneath our feet on time. And for the longest time, the trees stood bare and sterile. We waited and waited, but winter just never happened.
At first, it was strange. Then, incredible. Dry roads, gloveless base miles, no terrible decisions between using biology or statistics book as a front wheel trainer stand.
But now, the transition to a wet, cold February has just been.... gross. I forgot what real cold feels like. And now, sitting at my computer, twitchy on six cups of coffee and running out of ways to procrastinate riding indoors, I guess it’s time to finally update this thing.
Our team camp in January was amazing. I feel so honored and lucky for the opportunity to ride for No Opportunity Wasted pro womens cycling team this year. The whole team is awesome- fun, friendly, and total badasses on their bikes. I can’t wait to start racing! Oh, and did I mention team camp was in Bermuda? BERMUDA! The water really is turquoise! I’m so grateful to have had that experience and can’t wait for all the adventures to come. It’s going to be a great year.
