My life did get picked up and moved to Colorado. I had an amazing first winter. Being a photographer was a blast! I have more stories than I can remember and many that I forgot or never remembered. I made amazing new friends and have kept in touch with the important ones from back home.
The scariest thing is I haven't ridden any single track at all since moving out here. Crazy! But then again I was told that there wouldn't be much riding when I got out here so to save room I skipped on packing the bike(s). BIG MISTAKE. Got out here and there were at least three weeks of great riding weather. But in any case I'll be headed back to Maine in just over two weeks then driving back out to Colorado with my bikes, a dog, and a friend.
I have been doing a bunch of running. It took me a long time to acclimate to the higher elevation, but I've been consistently running 4+ miles under 12minute pace.
Anyways, just wanted to do a quick update, hopefully I'll start posting more about riding, hiking, and running.
Monday, June 10, 2013
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Thursday, November 1, 2012
OOPs
So as always I start a blog then I blow it by not using it and running out of time to post... instead using the time I could post by sleeping or goofing off on something other than homework.
I've had a few good rides since I last posted. One at the snow bowl in Camden Maine, and then an awesome group ride with my team mates in Pittsfield NH (Clark Bros Racing).
Also in there had an epic day hiking in Acadia National Park on Mt. Desert Island. Maybe some cold rainy winter day I'll get photos posted up from these events. But for now school is a bigger priority than photos and blogging.
I have also been getting in some runs too. Last run was 4.5 in under an hour!
I've had a few good rides since I last posted. One at the snow bowl in Camden Maine, and then an awesome group ride with my team mates in Pittsfield NH (Clark Bros Racing).
Also in there had an epic day hiking in Acadia National Park on Mt. Desert Island. Maybe some cold rainy winter day I'll get photos posted up from these events. But for now school is a bigger priority than photos and blogging.
I have also been getting in some runs too. Last run was 4.5 in under an hour!
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Better than nothing
So, nothing related to biking to report or read about and I don't really feel like retelling any past riding experiences. Though this weekend I did a personal PR running.
A year ago I had never really ran. In fact you could say I hated running and the idea of running. But last fall I began to run, mostly trail, it's actually a great way to check out trails pre-race. This past Sunday I ran over FIVE miles! It was even raining out and I was smiling while running. Never, never ever did I think I would smile during a run. Or be happy that I ran, but I am and I'm super proud of me.
Running isn't riding but it's better than nothing.
A year ago I had never really ran. In fact you could say I hated running and the idea of running. But last fall I began to run, mostly trail, it's actually a great way to check out trails pre-race. This past Sunday I ran over FIVE miles! It was even raining out and I was smiling while running. Never, never ever did I think I would smile during a run. Or be happy that I ran, but I am and I'm super proud of me.
Running isn't riding but it's better than nothing.
Friday, September 28, 2012
Here's a bike: Go Ride
Weird time to start a blog about my attempts at being a mountain bike racer, seeing as last Sunday was my last series race.... But I'm going to make a go at it, maybe document training or lack of training and attempts at staying fit over the winter and prepping for the next summer.
Anyways, here goes nothing.
I started mountain biking five-ish years ago. A guy I was dating was big into it and I'm super athletic and he wanted me to ride with him so he bought me a bike. Lucky me! My first time out was a dewy dreary morning with Chris and Carl (Carl was the guy). I had a hard time keeping up, specially as where we were riding at the Camden Snowbowl is a ski slope, small but very technical climbs, about 800 or 900 feet elevation gain from base to top. I took my time as it had been YEARS since I'd been on a bike and was just getting the shifting and such while trying to maneuver tight uphill switchbacks, rocks, and roots. Finally we cut across the mountain and I was able to keep up a little bit better. Then we came into a bunch of bridges. I fell off the first bridge I went over luckily for me there was no water running and it wasn't very high up. From that point on I tried not to be scared of them but they did freak me out a little bit. I had fallen several times and just gotten back on the bike and kept going, I was determined to not let this mountain biking beat me. Then came "the bridge" it crossed a stream and was about three feet above the ground. Remember how I mentioned that it was "dewy"? Well I hit this bridge after a small down slope and wiped out on the bridge. The rear wheel came out from under me slid off the bridge and I went sliding across the bridge. Carl and Chris ahead of me heard me go down and came back to check on me. I gashed my shin on the edge of the bridge and ripped open the side of one of my hands from the pinky to my wrist. I got up much slower than the other falls. They asked me if I was okay, I of course said that I was. Chris offered me one of his gloves and I used it for a little bit but it was "A" WAY to big for me and "B" got just as slippery from the blood still coming from my new wound. I had said I was okay, but really my shins and knees had taken quite a beating and finally I had to admit that I was hurting and ready to be done for the day. The guys understood and told me I was a trooper for that being my first ride.
Even with my first ride on a bike going spectacularly awful, I fell in love with a new sport. That relationship ended but it gave me a love deeper than I had experienced since gymnastics, a love for single track, the outdoors, hard falls, and two wheels with a self propelled motor.
Peace::Love::Pedal Grease
Anyways, here goes nothing.
I started mountain biking five-ish years ago. A guy I was dating was big into it and I'm super athletic and he wanted me to ride with him so he bought me a bike. Lucky me! My first time out was a dewy dreary morning with Chris and Carl (Carl was the guy). I had a hard time keeping up, specially as where we were riding at the Camden Snowbowl is a ski slope, small but very technical climbs, about 800 or 900 feet elevation gain from base to top. I took my time as it had been YEARS since I'd been on a bike and was just getting the shifting and such while trying to maneuver tight uphill switchbacks, rocks, and roots. Finally we cut across the mountain and I was able to keep up a little bit better. Then we came into a bunch of bridges. I fell off the first bridge I went over luckily for me there was no water running and it wasn't very high up. From that point on I tried not to be scared of them but they did freak me out a little bit. I had fallen several times and just gotten back on the bike and kept going, I was determined to not let this mountain biking beat me. Then came "the bridge" it crossed a stream and was about three feet above the ground. Remember how I mentioned that it was "dewy"? Well I hit this bridge after a small down slope and wiped out on the bridge. The rear wheel came out from under me slid off the bridge and I went sliding across the bridge. Carl and Chris ahead of me heard me go down and came back to check on me. I gashed my shin on the edge of the bridge and ripped open the side of one of my hands from the pinky to my wrist. I got up much slower than the other falls. They asked me if I was okay, I of course said that I was. Chris offered me one of his gloves and I used it for a little bit but it was "A" WAY to big for me and "B" got just as slippery from the blood still coming from my new wound. I had said I was okay, but really my shins and knees had taken quite a beating and finally I had to admit that I was hurting and ready to be done for the day. The guys understood and told me I was a trooper for that being my first ride.
Even with my first ride on a bike going spectacularly awful, I fell in love with a new sport. That relationship ended but it gave me a love deeper than I had experienced since gymnastics, a love for single track, the outdoors, hard falls, and two wheels with a self propelled motor.
Peace::Love::Pedal Grease
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