Posts by Category: Body

Another Side of the Struggle

Another Side of the Struggle

Previous contributor Becky Furuta (who wrote this terrific post) was a fellow competitor of Kelly Catlin and wrote this essay to help her, and us, process her death—Padraig.   I found out ...

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Heads Up

Heads Up

Each time I hear that phrase I’m reminded of the time I was riding home from the morning group ride and a runner entered the street from a median. He was running at 45 degrees to the street ...

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Trust

Trust

He was built like a superhero, probably six feet, three inches, and a solid 200 lbs., with shoulders like a truck bumper and legs the likes of which I’d only seen in cycling shorts at the ...

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The Patience

The Patience

Waiting. It’s a nuisance. They say good things come to those who wait, but at its very core American culture calls BS. Most of us seemingly don’t believe it. Untold magazine cover ...

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Ignorance Is Bliss

Ignorance Is Bliss

“Are you scared?” my airplane seatmate asked, when I told him this was my first visit to Mexico’s Michoacán state.  I hesitated, not wanting to admit it. But knowing the ...

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In the House of the Pope

In the House of the Pope

There are those roads that convince you you’re better than you are. We were riding in the Hautes Alpes east of Mont Ventoux, a region that balanced gracefully between alpine and Provençal, when ...

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Extremes: The Low Gap Grasshopper

Extremes: The Low Gap Grasshopper

We were on the outskirts of Ukiah, the biggest community in Mendocino County, which isn’t saying much. We’d gathered at Ukiah High School to park and register. Wagons and SUVS with ...

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The Sprint

The Sprint

It’s a simple thing, seemingly. It’s one big effort, a grunt of all our most ape-like energy. It’s a middle finger to conservation, to patience, to moderation, to every evolved ...

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Touring Taiwan: the Formosa 900

Touring Taiwan: the Formosa 900

Even though I stood under a wooden patio, wind-driven rain pelted me from all directions. I looked out on the ocean and watched slate-gray waves pound the sand. The greenery wagged and twirled as ...

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