Everything that worries me or troubles me or keeps me up at night - it all melts away and the crust and grime of work comes off entirely. It’s replaced with actual sweat and dirt and real mud. It’s in that mud where my fresh start lies. Each ride. — check out the next @pelotonmagazine for those words and a couple more. We had an amazing trip in the Dolomites - grateful that I had the chance to write about it.
Writing about descending for the next issue of @pelotonmagazine. It was supposed to be about the Dolomites (and it is!), but it took on a mind of its own.
Goodbye, Louisiana! Our last meal before flying back? Mom’s crawfish étouffée. Delish.
No one ever asks: how did you two stay together? They ask: how did you two meet? Life is in the first - there’s only a moment in the second.
So many climbing shots, so few of the party down the other side.
In the clouds and pouring rain - not upset.
Searching for Svein Tuft in the archives this morning - found him descending the Stelvio in a snowstorm.
Our parrot, Narcissus, died suddenly two days ago. Narc was so much more than a bird or a pet. I’ve never been so close to a creature before, and I was still only an interloper next to Ashley.
She loved that bird on a level with me. It’s not an exaggeration. He was her baby. Truly. He was with her through the worst time in her life - when Nicholas died - and he was there whenever the world beat her down. He always made things better. Always. They were a duo. She could do anything with him, and he’d let her do whatever she liked. He was just as much in love with her as she with him. They were one. I loved seeing the two of them. He was putty in her hands. She could tell if he were getting too wound up and was about to bite through a phone message! It was uncanny their connection.
Together, Narc and Ashley taught me to love and adore birds. I went from barely noticing birds to them becoming a part of my everyday conversation - there isn’t a bird that we haven’t wondered aloud about what it would be like to pet them, or how they’d like to play with our little monster, or a million other things. We miss him so much. There’s not much else to say - we are just sad. So sad.
If you’re going to ride with me, be prepared for a continual stream of: Stop! (fumbling for camera) Turn around, do that section again. Don’t hate me! Please! Sorry, I forgot to say please. And thank you! You’re awesome. Ok, let’s go. @howlingfauna took it like a champ, but that’s to be expected - he’s a professional male model. They’re born with impromptu photo session patience.
There are hard climbs, and then there are the climbs where you’re so thankful and happy to have reached the top, you feel like a kiss to your legs, bike, and ground might be in order…as well as a nap. I think @howlingfauna would agree on this one. @igortavella’s warning ahead of said 25-30% on loose gravel monster? It’s about 30 minutes to the top - and a knowing smile. I love under-estimators, and I loved every second of this ride, even that extended period where my nose almost touched my stem for ten minutes straight.