Highs and lows from the past race week…


  • I won my first Memorial Crit Race (7-15-15) of the season in the women’s cat 3/4 with a nice sprint breakaway.
  • Thanks to a stem and saddle height adjustment I finally feel like my bike fit is in tune, fast, and comfortable. I had my seat way too high for the past three weeks. My quads weren’t being engaged when riding and I was losing power. Some little adjustments go a long way. People can get religious about saddles, but it makes all the difference. Get properly fit on your bike. Trust me, you should feel ‘like one with the bike’. That’s an amazing feeling.
after the sprint Finish Women's Cat 3/4 at Memorial Park Crits photo credit: Kenny Lim Photography

After the sprint Finish Women’s Cat 3/4 at Memorial Park Crits photo credit: Kenny Lim Photography


  • I got caught in a crash three days later at the Charter Reserve Road Race near Tyler, Tx. With 10 miles (of 36) to go we were tackling down rollers when another rider came close to my left side. She fell into me when I heard her say “on your right” to the other rider. I stayed calm and upright, but saw our bars had hooked and she continued to lean into me. Bam! It happened so fast all I remember was going over the bars. I must have done a good tumble and roll, because I hopped back up ready to grab my bike and chase back on only to find that my front tubular tire was ripped off. I was more upset at the time as I watched the field go away, but as I moved more I realized I needed to gather myself and make sure my body was physically okay. I had road rash on my hip and knees and a little gravel in the elbow and pins sticking out from my jersey. I looked around and saw four other women were down. I was furious, but I knew being mad wasn’t going to help the situation. I gathered myself, checked on the others, and made sure everyone was tended to. My bike was surprisingly okay. I had enough adrenaline going and energy to finish the race with another rider that had minor injuries.
  • Taking care of road rash, bruises, and stiff muscles.

bye bye tubies, hello Tegaderm and heat pad

Racing is exciting and risky. Winning feels awesome. It was cool to see gals from other teams excited about my victory. Crashing makes me frustrated, especially when people get careless. I wanted yell and point fingers but realized it could’ve been more serious. I was fortunate to walk away and live to race another day.


I decided to take some video of the P/1/2/3 race at Memorial Park Crit Series. I was having some video editing withdrawals and this was the fix. I love the moment when a song naturally comes to mind and you think to yourself, “THIS IS THE PERFECT SONG” for this video or moment.

Every Wednesday from June to the end of August my husband and I drive about an hour south to Houston and race. It’s great training and time to spend with friends. It’s both a friendly and competitive race atmosphere. As an athlete you always want your sport to grow and it’s amazing to watch the sport of cycling develop through these weekly crits.

For race information please visit:  http://memorialparkcrit.com/index.php


song: Boardwalks – Little May (Sonny Alven Remix)

Three Years Later…

July 14, 2015

Well, it’s been awhile…

Almost three years later and there is that little spark of thoughts to keep my blog alive (thank God I did!). I have and will always have a wandering soul. I haven’t traveled to the places I’ve dreamed, but something else happened…something unexpected. I fell in love and life happened…

I found out that if you leave your future plans a blank slate the most wonderful things can happen:

  • you fall in love, get married and move to Texas
  • you become a cyclist
  • you plan your engagements carefully around the race calendar

Three bullets are not going to sum up a three year gap, but hopefully it gives you an update of where I am. From the moment I graduated college in 2012, I had absolutely no idea where life was going, but I told myself to enjoy the ride. The quote “not all those who wander are lost” was totally my mantra. Yes, I was scared and yes, I was sad at times even lonely, but you get through because “it’s only in the blackest of night you can see the stars”.

‘Til next time!