The quick and dirty about me
I’m a mom to a 4 year old boy, a wife, and live in San Diego. I am a certified bike fitter and coach. I have a sweet tooth, stress out if I gain more than a few pounds, and refer to my rear end as The Donk. I am a Category 1 road racer, prefer the short and fast type of racing where I can “unleash the beast”, and I find great joy in bringing the hurt on local group rides – even if sometimes it is only to myself.
I am writing to share my experiences of being and doing all of the above. My life lessons and bike lessons have to be interesting to someone, right? (Thank you for reading my column, Dad!)
Bring out the Reserve Cojones!
I recently got my ass handed to me…on a silver platter…with all the fixins (I’m from Texas, y’all!). Back in March, I qualified for a spot on the Nature Valley Grand Prix composite pro team through their program called the Pro Chase. It’s all I talked about for a few months because I was so excited to go to my first National Racing Calendar (NRC) event. I had a great experience with the Pro Chase program and my teammates, but my “racing” left me in a mental heap.
I didn’t expect any stellar results, but I also didn’t expect to feel like someone detonated a bomb in my brain that started a chain reaction for the remainder of the stage race and into the next week at home. The first criterium (I fancy myself a good crit rider) left me wondering, “what/where/who the hell?!” Within just a few laps of starting, I was off the back and I barely made the time cut. The second crit was better, if you call tail-gunning the entire race “better”. I had to go to my dark place and pull out the Reserve Cojones just to maintain contact with the back end of the field.
I did not finish the stage race. I did not get a pro contract.
What I did do was this: I learned.
I learned all sorts of things through qualifying for, training for, blogging about, and attending the race. I recently realized that those few months of learning were a microcosm of my life’s lessons, most important of those is that big and challenging events–both on and off the bike–take a lot of cojones and the rewards for such guts can be greater than I ever imagined.
For example, I was not ready to have a baby. The timing was right: age, job, house, and husband. What scared me was the thought of being responsible for another person’s well-being. If you knew all the things that went through my mind, you’d question my preparedness for child-rearing, too. It took a lot of balls (er…eggs in this case) but the reward is a relationship and a love like no other. My son is the highlight of my day; even if he is being a gigantic turd and I have to ask nine times for him to pick up his Legos. He’s my turd and I love him.
So, what was my reward for using up all my Reserve Cojones at NVGP? The answer is: a big ol’ slice of humble pie (mmmm….pie). I have not arrived on the women’s cycling scene and I do not have it all figured out. This might not seem like a reward to you, so consider the alternative…tail gunning another crit. Without humbleness, it’s hard to learn because ego gets in the way, and I want to learn how to be at the front!
Let the learning begin!