Cycling back to myself – Part II
It’s been a few days, and I’ve had time to reflect on my dilemma. I’ve made a decision. Here are the facts: I am a woman. I am a wife, …
Cycling back to myself
The truth is, this dream I have, to finish the RATN, didn’t begin as a dream at all. Back when I worked in the ICU, my life revolved around late …
No sin, no story, no risk, no glory
Picture this: it’s 9 PM, a bustling city nightlife in full swing, and I’m weaving my way home through the nighttime buzz of a city alive with energy. Roughly one …
Skipping Rides and Broken Hearts
This week, training took a backseat. Snow was falling, and while it might look picturesque, the memory of an epic face-plant on black ice years ago made the decision to …