I'm in my FIFTH year as part of the Vanderkitten brand ambassador team. Vanderkitten Athletics designs cycling apparel women actually want to wear while sponsoring kickass female athletes in a wide range of disciplines -- including professional cycling, cyclocross, mountain biking and triathlon. VK's mission is focused on promoting active, healthy lifestyles and gender equality in sports.

As one of 200 athletes chosen globally from a wide variety of sports, I have a network of amazing ladies supporting each other as we reach our goals.

Vanderkitten has undergone many changes since I became a VKVIP in 2013. For one, the pro road team is on hiatus -- possibly permanently -- and VK HQ has moved from Northern California to Philadelphia. Vanderkitten has redirected its focus to support women's action-oriented sports at a grass-roots level, including winter sports, triathlon, MTB, road racing, and cyclocross.


SpiderOne Racing had a great run. I joined the Spiders in April 2013 after taking on some big challenges that year and had to step up my game. Personal coaching with SpiderOne's head coach, Shayne Gaffney, prepared me for the events I committed to in 2013 and for several years after, until (like all good things) SpiderOne Racing eventually came to an end.

BOWZ (an acronym for Bitches (I prefer Babes) on Wheels) is a splinter group of women from SpiderOne Racing that includes many former Spiders. We have great fun together, on and off the bike, and I love my BOWZ fam.

Cycling the backroads of the North Shore, looking for breakfast

The North Shore Cyclopaths were founded in 1974 by four crazy guys; Av Hammer, Bill Cantor, Sheldon Brown and the Honorable Judge Samuel Zoll. It was an active and social group for several decades. The passing of three of our four founding fathers, and the advancing ages of the group, have meant fewer and fewer riders on Saturday mornings. (My work schedule has prevented me from leading rides the last few years.)

In its heyday, our group had a wild reputation -- biking through the bitter winter months, 100+ mile rides up the coast in the blistering summer heat, and joining Billy Starr's then-fledgling Pan Mass Challenge -- we were true Cyclopaths. Mileage and speed was always determined by who showed up on Saturday mornings -- and the rides were often spirited. No one took it seriously, the pace was often slow, and the distance could vary from 15 miles to 70 -- but it was always about the friendship more than the miles. And, of course, the breakfast.