Dreaming of a Life Less Ordinary

    I am not sure why I have not said this before, it isn’t a secret or anything.   I meant to tell you, but   I think got busy and well I never formally announced it.   Anyway, here goes…   I hired a cycling coach and she is awesome!   In January I decided to sign up with Jennifer Hoban to help me complete my goals this year of doing a century ride, and climbing Mount Diablo.   For weeks I have been saying I have been paying for harder cycling workouts and Jenn is the person who has been giving those to me.   It is really cool because when I send up with her I also got access to her entire team and a Facebook group called Finding Fast.     Maybe the coolest thing of all is that this pairs me with a former team and training teammate and one of my best friends again on the same team.   Rachel Greathouse has been working with Jenn for a few years.   Over that time Rachel has urged me to talk to Jenn and see how she could help me out.   I wasn’t really interested until last summ

  Surviving the Game   That is me up there or at least my avatar, and like most days on the Neo, I feel like I am getting yelled at by the game because I am not moving fast enough but at least I did get my avatar some sweet black shoes.  What I would love to tell you is that each and every ride I do on the Zwift / Neo is super easy and I do it without any issues and it is all bliss.  However, that would make me a liar, liar pants on fire, and I don’t want to be one of those.   The workouts I am doing on the Zwift / Neo are hard.  I pay for them to be hard.  I pay for them to challenge me and that is what they are doing.  I both love them and hate them.  More love than hate.  However, you know when I get challenged I can find myself in the bite me zone.  The bite me zone has me screaming at my laptop and my neo asking why on earth it won’t give me a break.  This leads to the Kona dog running around like a crazy dog because she thinks Dad has lost his marbles.  Then again I am trying to