Friday, July 25, 2008

Should be a meme: 5 nice things about my bike commute

1. The showers at work are not gross

2. They even provide free towels (well, covered in my $3 monthly fee)

3. I am glad not to be the only "freak" who rides my bike to work (two other people that I know of ride to work at least occasionally)

4. Bonus of riding to work: My brain is already operational once I get to work

5. This seems to be the only ride time I get these days, aside from the Monday night ride

6. Now that gas prices are high, I see other bike commuters on the road and we ride together and chat. It is nice!

Miles to work (one way): 7.9
Mileage upon arriving at work: 3784.2


Monday, June 02, 2008

What I ate: Monday, June 2, 2008

Breakfast: 1 Van's frozen waffle

Lunch: Egg white omlette with tomato, spinach and mozzarella, half a piece of toast, some fruit

Drinks: 1 water at lunch

What I ate: Sunday, June 1, 2008

Lunch: Burger and fatty sides at Oeder's Lake picnic
Snack: 2 Hershey's Special Dark miniatures
Dinner: Yagoot with Cap'n Crunch and Strawberries (I recommend this combo)
Drinks: Water

Friday, May 16, 2008

testing mogulus embed code

Friday, May 09, 2008


Saturday, April 12, 2008

I'm putting my money on team Slipstream

First, cuz they have the nicest team kits. Second, because husband thinks so.

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Tuesday, February 12, 2008

How you know it's time to get back on the bike

1. You're flabby and plain old out of shape

2. Your "baby" excuse is no longer valid - the kid is nearly 2 years old

3. Your evening physical activity consists of sitting on the couch with the laptop

4. You have a vivid nightmare about your hand cracking open in the thenar web area, due to skin that is dry to the point of brittle. Instead of seeing blood, ligaments and muscles below the skin, you notice that everything has turned to a grey-brown dust, which disintegrates upon contact. And, on top of that horror, you notice green pustules are placed nearly, though not perfectly on the grid of disintegration, ready to pop at any moment.

I thought that writing about the nightmare would make it stop creeping me out. Nope. :-(

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Friday, February 08, 2008

Cincinnati, a modern land

My town, Cincinnati, is home to some great cycling stuff, including great cycling clubs, great racing including road and cyclocross racing and a weekly crit near my house, a bike messenger, alleycats, a river-side rails-to-trails trail, swell bike shops, the Sunflower Century and now....our own pedal-powered food delivery service.

Man, now all we're missing is a velodrome!