Vanderkitten Squad 2017

A few weeks ago I learned I was selected to continue on with Vanderkitten for a fourth year... despite my minimal event participation (and low-key social media presence) following 24 Hours in the Old Pueblo last year.

VK has undergone several major changes since I first became affiliated with the team in 2013 -- from dissolving the pro road team, to a brief return to elite cyclocross, to a large increase in the number of ambassadors in 2015, to moving their headquarters from San Francisco to Philadelphia -- each bringing significant change. I've watched many athletes and friends come and go, but a strong core squad remains and the support and camaraderie is terrific.

Elite triathlete Kelsey Withrow is leading the charge this year and many exciting things are planned for the year ahead. Two training camp opportunities are on the table, including one on the East Coast (in Virginia) in March. A Vanderkitten Zwift team is forming and several road and mountain bike events are in the planning stages. I've had Beti Bike Bash in the back of my head since Rebecca was here, but was recently invited to ride RAGBRAI in July. (A bucket list ride.) Choices, choices...

It's only Week 5 of the New Year but the calendar is already filling up!! It's time to get serious about my training goals.

Catching the sunrise in Beverly on my way to Indoor Ride

24HOP, Many Thanks, Great Team

VK Team 2016 (missing a few)
Sandrine, Lisa, Ami, Tam, Lynda, Addie, Michelle & Jennifer

Of course I have mega love for my incredible teammates... riders Sandrine McFadden, Addie Teo, Michelle French, Shannon Hogan, Jennifer Hanson, Wil Matthews, and Eric Alikpala...

...But also for our amazing support crew; Ami Weiss, Lynda Edoff, Colin Hennesey and Dan Lysak; (Plus VK Lisa Mach and Anthony V.). All were a crucial part of this team effort. The Taj Mahal tent, air mattress, fire pit, disco lights, Bloody Marys, bike mechanic services, and so much more... and OMG camp set-up and breakdown... It was all so immensely appreciated. Thank you, VK Crew, so very, very much!

Thank you Ami Weiss (in blue VK) for the amazing crew support!!

24 HOP (Continued), The Final Lap

IT'S GO TIME... and I'm excited to finally be a part of this race, (though I've been in the middle of it the whole time). Michelle, Sandrine, and I head out as a team, each of us taking turns at the front, with Sandrine offering much appreciated race advice along the way. I learn a lot from her as we tick off the miles.

It's not long into our lap before we get to the part where we need to choose -- do we tackle my nemesis bitch or follow the sign that reads, "Skip the Bitches"? It's my lap, therefore it's my decision.

Skip. No question. Skip, skip, skip.

The ensuing path is gorgeous, loopy singletrack that progressively gains in elevation and is infinitely cooler than the dull gasline road. Other than the easier opportunities for passing, (which is more difficult on the bypass), I don't know why anyone would choose The Bitches if they had a choice. (Which early riders do not -- since the bypass is prohibited before 3 pm.)

Final lap

Michelle French

The fun continues as we ride through twisty tracks and cactus gardens... really so incredible... and I have to say I enjoyed nearly every single aspect of the race. Of course I'm beat up, sore as hell, and trying to keep my left side off the saddle, but the terrain is gorgeous and I'm having an amazing ride with the girls.

Midway into the ride, what becomes a setback is not any of my injuries but a defective valve on my camelback, which keeps popping off every time I take a drink. Damn. Forced to pull over several times to fix it, my frustration level rising, I come to the conclusion that I'd rather risk dehydration than deal with the stupid camelback.

Another slug of Jack at the Whiskey Tree

For several miles I didn't take a drink... until we got to the Whiskey Tree... hahaha.  I swallowed as much water as I could, topped it off with a slug of Jack Daniels with the girls, and then continued on.

On the final climb I struggled... pain nudged my hip on every-other-pedal-stroke, I was dying of thirst, and where did the air go??? Ah, yes. We were at 5,000 feet. Not super high altitude, but far from sea level, and the air was thin and dry on the climb.

I slowed down considerably, taking a few breaks to catch my breath and drink some water, enormously grateful when we finally got to the top and started to descend the rocky downhill back to the FINISH. (It's on this part of the course that both Sandrine and Michelle each (separately) take a bloody wipeout. Ugh.)

The last mile to the finish line was fun and a race official called out "716!" as I entered the transition tent. Eric was there waiting for us and it's official... we're done.

Yaasssss... done.

_________________________

We finished 50th of 74 teams, which is fair considering our (4) crashes and injuries and missing one or two early morning laps. Not too bad. I'm not disappointed. We'll beat that next year.

Half our team, Eric, Wil, Addie and Shannon finished injury free  -- while Michelle, Sandrine, Jennifer and I weren't as lucky -- each of us having a nasty wipeout or crash, going home bloodied, battered, bruised and bandaged.

Still, it was an amazing race -- the camaraderie and fun we shared topped everything -- and I'm so thankful for the experience. I'm excited to return next year and tackle it with more experience behind me!

Time to start working on that.

A New Day, 24 HOP (Continued), Rise and Shine

Catching the sunrise with Addie atop the rock drop

Addie and I walked down to the hub of 24 Hour Town, grabbed some coffee, and climbed up the rocks overlooking the rock drop to catch the sunrise. So amazing. Really. Just watching the sun come up, catching an occasional racer speed below us as they headed for the drop, breathing in the desert air... So spectacular. It made me appreciate being there. Thank you, Addie, for the beautiful start to the day.

Early morning at the rock drop

We returned to camp an hour later to find everyone up and Eric getting ready to ride. Almost 2 hours have passed since Addie left the baton at the exchange tent. C'est la vie. It's a new day.

Good morning, Eric!

We have time to get 2 or 3 more laps in. Since teams must finish after 12 pm on Sunday to avoid being penalized with a DNF, we agree that Eric and Wil will each take a lap, and I'll take the last lap to finish us out after 12 pm.

Addie and Dan packed up to head out, hoping to get an early jump on the drive back to Arkansas, (while staying updated on the race via text), followed shortly thereafter by Shannon, who must catch an afternoon flight to Seattle. Camp Kitty is shrinking.

Eric finishes his lap at 9:20 and Wil at 10:45. Our final lap comes up, and Michelle and Sandrine join me for a VK team ride of the course. I take the handoff from Wil, give him a hug, and head out with the girls. It's time for me to take my turn.

Sunrise over 24 Hour Town

Sunrise over 24 Hour Town

Race Day, Part 4, 24 HOP in the dark

Sandrine in the early morning hours

Before the end of our first rotation, while getting ready for her night lap, Shannon discovers her lights aren't holding a charge. Since I'm no longer riding at night, I give her mine -- a Serfas TSL-1200 that lights up the trail like it's daytime.

We're all sharing what we can. Sandrine and I are even bunking together on a queen-sized air mattress as it is the only one still holding air, and neither of us wants to sleep on the ground. While she gets ready to head out for her lap after Shannon, I head to bed for a nap.

Shannon finishes her lap at 1:52 a.m. -- and Sandrine finishes hers at 3:42. Both have great night lap times. I wake up soon after while Addie is out on the course. The 2 hours becomes the only sleep I'll get during the 24 hour race.

Teammate Jennifer is camped further down the trail at Camp Hanson with friends and family who are also racing, (including hubby Jason Hanson and daughter Shelby Hanson. They're an MTB family.) I text Jennifer to let her know that Addie is now riding and what time we expect her to finish.

Shortly after, she texts back that she can't ride her lap. She sprained her finger in the crash from her previous lap and has just discovered she can't brake! Captain Michelle is dead asleep and unresponsive when I try to wake her, (she's had a long day); Sandrine has likewise fallen asleep, having just finished her lap an hour before... and Wil is a bit of a bear when I try to nudge him awake and ask if he can take the next lap. He gives me a harsh but groggy "NO." (Hahaha... to be fair, he had just fallen asleep. I'd be mean, too.) Only Shannon is awake, tired, but willing to ride -- but doesn't have fully-charged lights. Sigh.

Dan has a tracking app following Addie and pinpoints her location on the course. The two of us wait as she nears Camp Kitty and stop her before she passes to see if she can take another lap. (16 miles of singletrack is a long loop for an endurance relay.) Addie's beat and down to the last lumens on her lights. One light is completely drained. She can't go another lap. (In hindsight, this would have been the lap for me to take, but as I've loaned my lights to Shannon and we didn't recharge them, there's nothing I can do.)

We decide to leave the baton at the check-in tent for the next rider who wakes up.

Addie gets back to camp, changes, and suggests we go get coffee and watch the sunrise.

Sounds like a good plan to me. Six hours left to race.

Jennifer Hanson (non-race pic)

Race Day, Part 3, 24 HOP Here we go...

Back at camp, we figure out the order everyone is racing in, and the estimated time it might take to loop the 16.5 mile course. (Our predications are a wild guess.) In our original plan, I was set to go fourth, just as dusk was settling in, but I can barely move my hip and I've yet to get on my bike. I'm scratched from the current order, (no night lap), and pushed to Sunday, giving myself time to recover.

The ride starts at noon, with a "Le Mans start" -- a half mile run up the course where riders scramble to locate their bikes and jump into the race. Shannon is leading us off, so I go down the course with her bike and wait for her to reach me on the run. As the race kicks off, and the crush of riders come screaming by, I worry I'm going to miss her... and then here she comes... wearing kitty ears.

(Ohmigosh I love her.)

Shannon Hogan, lap 1

Shannon gets us going with an amazing lap and this thing is ON.

Eric takes lap two, followed by Sandrine. They crush it.

Eric Alikpala, lap 2

Sandrine McFadden, lap 3

A few hours into the race, reports come in of a horrific crash out on the course, as we watched a medevac fly overhead. Eric passed the accident scene during his lap and it was a gruesome crash -- the rider's nose torn off and cheekbones smashed, he had to be intubated. Watching the helicopter leave Willow Springs, knowing the rider had been so critically injured, lying in the desert for an hour and a half before a medical rescue, was unsettling. I was suddenly gripped with a "WTF am I doing here?!" kind of feeling.

Friends and teammates texted earlier in the day to see how I was doing, and I reached out to several to let them know what was going on. Words of encouragement came flowing back -- including a huge boost from Will. I'm always his biggest cheerleader when the chips are down and he hits a low point -- now the tables have turned.

Minutes later I get a text from Rebecca -- and it feels like the universe is trying to pick me up. "Having fun?" She asks. I take a deep breath and text back, "I crashed on the pre-ride pretty hard. On the last drop of The Bitches." She responds, "real mtbing. Impressed you're still at it." I shake my head, tears falling. I wasn't still at it -- I was falling apart. But I also didn't want to text back that I couldn't do it. More deep breaths.

I can do this.

Before Sandrine finishes her lap, Colin and I head out for a light spin to see where I'm at. I'm very sore but able to ride with my left butt cheek shifted off the saddle. I'm determined to get back on the bike Sunday.

Addie heads out next at 4:30 and finishes at dusk, followed by Will, Michelle (who crashes), and  Jennifer (who also crashes). First rotation done.

It was a great day -- but also emotional. I crawl into our tent a little after 1:00 a.m. and close my eyes for a bit.

We still have almost 12 hours of racing to go.

Addie Teo, lap 4

Wil Matthews, lap 5

Race Day, Part 2, 24 HOP Pre-Race Meeting

The pre-race/captains meeting starts at ten a.m., and most of us head down for the revelry. 24 Hour Town is lined with several vendor tents, and a few of us stop at Pivot Cycles, BikeFlights, FairWheel Cycles, Tasco MTB and the coffee tent. 

I meet a young guy standing nearby in a sling, and ask him what happened. He tells me, "I broke it yesterday on the pre-ride." "Holy shit!", I tell him. "I crashed on the pre-ride!"

"Ya", he says. "There's a little jumper on the last....", he didn't even need to tell me... "OMG!!!  I crashed there tooooooo!!!!! We bond. CBFL. Crash buddies for life.

Several hundred riders have gathered for the pre-race talk and celebration. Ride organizers are sporting lucha libre masks while entertaining the crowd and dishing out ride details. Thanks are extended to the ride sponsors... swag is tossed out to the crowd... there's a reminder to use proper rider and trail etiquette... and the number one rule gets shouted out again, "BE NICE!" (And really, everyone was.)

There's also a warning** about the The Bitches and the jumper near the end, (which has apparently broken many collarbones), and la luchador points to my guy looking innocent in his sling and shouts, "It has already claimed its first victim". Awwwww.... my crash bro.

Race meeting over we head back up to camp for a team meeting. It's looking like it's going to be a great day for a race.

Race Day, Part 1

Rise and Shine, it's time to race!!

Ooohhhhhhhhhh.... waaaiiitttttt.... I can't walk. I can barely move. WTH is wrong with my ass?! I wiggle out of my sleeping bag and try to look behind me, but can only make out the sharp edges of a bruise. There's still cactus needles buried in me and I'm in crazy pain. I grab my phone and try to take a backwards selfie, but considering I can't manage a normal selfie, I fail miserably. I swallow my pride and ask Sandrine to take a look.

"Oh DAMN.", she says. "ARE YOU OK?!?"

Ummm... no.... but I ask, "How bad is it?" I kinda have an idea it's not good.

"Ahhhhh... well... it's bad."

In Sandrine's lovely French accent, it doesn't sound as horrific as it feels, but as I get dressed, I show off my lovely backside to Shannon. (You know you've really bonded with your teammates when you have no shame in asking them to take a peek at your ass.) Shannon winces and confirms Sandrine's assessment -- it's not good.

I slowly get dressed and join the others for coffee -- because all I can really think about at this point is coffee. I'm not feeling so great...

As everyone starts to wake up, we begin to talk about our race plans, and I have to confess I can barely move, much less ride a race. It's not long before all of the girls have checked out what gorgeous colors my backside has become -- a rainbow of black, blue, purple and magenta. Only Dan, Wil, Eric and Colin are spared the glorious show.

Colin hands me 800 mg of ibuprofen to ease the pain, and we decide that I'm not racing for a while -- if at all. Soon after, we head down to the hub of 24 Hour Town for the pre-race meeting.

It's not a good start to our race...

24HOP Pre-Ride Crash

Day 2, Pre-Ride...

Friday morning, after heading over to the University of Arizona campus where I picked up my bike from FairWheel Bikes, Sandrine and I drove out to the Willow Springs course to wait for the rest of the team. We were anxious to ride! Dozens of RVs and trucks were lined up along the access road waiting to get in, and 24 Hour Town was hopping. (A far cry from the day before.) RVs and tents were crammed in to every little spot available as we made our way up to our campsite, grateful to team captain Michelle for staking our claim earlier in the week. Camp Kitty had a perfect location on the course.

Ahhh... the Arizona desert was so amaaaaazing. Ohmigosh, 86 degrees and sunshine... I was in heaven.

Addie, Dan, and Shelby - Pre-Ride

Addie and Dan arrived from Arkansas late in the afternoon with enough time to join Sandrine, Shelby, Jennifer and I for a pre-ride of the race course. Shelby and Jennifer live in Florence, Arizona, and were familiar with the course so they led the way!

The pre-ride had some challenges. The course starts out with rolling singletrack until it hits a wide gasline jeep road that includes a series of seven steep climbs and descents called "The Bitches". I was warned about this section -- though it was tougher than I'd anticipated. After struggling on three of the climbs, Dan and Shelby lowered my tire pressure and adjusted my shocks, which helped tremendously -- my wheels were no longer slipping and sliding through the sand without any traction, and I was able to climb the second-to-last of The Bitches without any problems.

Feeling more confident about tackling the last climb, I increased my speed on the descent to give myself momentum for the climb ahead -- and hit a little kicker at the bottom of the hill that sent me flying. (I later learned it was the same spot Noah wiped out on the week before**. (Note my asterisks here.) The jump was unexpected, (I saw it too late), and I couldn't control the landing after my front wheel hit the wall of the next climb. I knew I was headed for a crash and landed off course against a boulder, rocks, and low-growing cactus. (Thankfully, no snakes). I closed my eyes to brace for the impact -- and afterwards opened them to find myself staring straight ahead at a large cactus, inches from my face. Woah. Close call.

Addie, Shelby & Jennifer (pic by Dan)

Addie, Jennifer, me, Shelby & Sandrine (pic by Dan)

I'd slammed my backside and hip pretty hard on the wipeout, and got nailed with some cactus needles, but nothing was broken and I was feeling grateful that I missed the head-on collision with the cactus and could get up and keep going. (And, again, feeling lucky there were no snakes... because the heat during the day definitely brought out the rattlers.) I was hurting for sure, but shook it off as best I could while we continued our pre-ride, making a stop at the Whiskey Tree to share a slug of burning whiskey with several other riders as the sun was starting to set.

This was a big flask of whiskey.

Heading towards 24 Hour Town before sunset (pic by Dan)

We arrived back at camp just after sunset, and found Camp Kitty well underway. The rest of the team -- Michelle, Eric, Shannon and Wil, along with crew Ami and Colin -- arrived while we were out on our pre-ride and it was time to celebrate! Dan made a fire while we pulled camp together, (although Ami and Colin get mega kudos for doing the majority of the camp build), and everyone settled in. I was feeling pretty battered and bruised at that point, and the pain increased as the night wore one, but there really wasn't much I could do about it. My teammates took good care of me, (love them), and eventually we all called it a night and headed off to bed -- Soooo excited for race day.

The sun goes down in the Arizona desert

Girl Power

Part of the Vanderkitten squad at a pre-race dinner. From left, Sandrine McFadden (rider), Lynda Edoff, Michelle French (captain, rider), Jennifer Hanson (rider), Shelby Hanson (rider on duo team), Me, Ami Weiss (in back) and Lisa Mach.  Missing from photo, riders Addie Teo, Shannon Hogan, Eric Alikpala and Wil Matthews; Plus support crew Colin Hennessey and Dan Lysk.

Great team, great times.

Two Weeks Post-24HOP

Tough to wrap up the incredible experience I had at 24 Hours in the Old Pueblo... such an amaaaaazing weekend of TEAM camaraderie, singletrack riding, learning a lot, and experiencing the generosity of a mountain biking community that can't be compared. I had some ups and downs at 24HOP, but more ups than downs (by a ton), and I wish I could go back and do it all over again, (minus my pre-ride crash, but more on that later).

Coming home thoroughly exhausted, battered, and bruised, my immunity system was weak and I caught an awful cold to top things off. OMG. When you're down, you're down. Recovering from crash injuries coupled with a head cold and cough wiped me out for two weeks solid. I'm just now getting back on track and going through photos from the race, and hope to write a few little posts from the experience. Better late than never.

To start, though, I want to thank Michael, Will, and Chip for making things work at home while I was away -- and for supporting my first venture into mountain bike racing -- though actually, I want to thank you for all of the support you give me when some crazy adventure gets in my head and you just smile and say, "Ok, go for it." It really doesn't work without you guys. Thank you for your love and support and encouragement.

More on 24 Hours in the Old Pueblo soon...

Getting things done, one step at a time

So many challenges. It's not easy sometimes to get past the obstacles, and would be so easy to just stop... but I am surrounded, (surrounded), by amazing friends who keep me moving along when doubts creep in. I'm so grateful for them.

I couldn't grasp the travel logistics to Tucson, even though I've done this before, and Ingrid subtly got me over that hurdle, though it was just the first of several obstacles to overcome.

Snow and cold... I've been riding through both... though fortunately we've had unseasonably warm weather this year, especially in light of the winter we had last year. (I haven't been on my snowboard all winter. My fear is I'd wipeout on the slopes and derail my race plans.) Still, the colder temps and gray days often make for shorter rides, and I haven't gotten a real feel for the Kona.

I planned to ship my bike through Fitwerx, and knew Marty would take care of it, but a timing issue on the other end meant I'd need to break down my 29er in Tucson, on my own, for the return trip -- and therefore need to know how to disassemble it myself. It seemed a difficult task, (more complicated than my road bike), until Jen and Amy and Alison gave me reassurances at breakfast on Sunday that I could do it -- and after watching several YouTube videos, I did it. My bike shipped yesterday.

BikeFlights is the shipping option I chose for sending my bike to Tucson -- primarily because they sponsor several athletes I know and they are a sponsor for 24HOP -- but their website has a few glitches that made the order process painful. It wasn't until I dropped the bike off at FedEx yesterday morning that I felt a little relief that I'm still moving forward.

The girls are keeping me honest with my workouts, Nikki and Amy have been my P2 support crew, the Vanderkitten squad keeps me inspired, and my 24HOP teammies, Michelle, Sandrine, Ami, Addie, and Shannon are really THE BEST.

And of course I've had huuuuuuggggeeee love and support from the boys and Mike, who try their damnedest to keep me sane when I go a little crazy. Love my men.

It's going to be a good time. I just have to ride.

Christmas Week riding... and letting the Tri go.

Getting the new Kahuna just days before Christmas was not ideal -- (I really needed the bike six weeks ago) -- but I did manage to squeeze in a few rides before the crush of the holidays. The 29er wheels, disc brakes, different shifting, flat pedals, and the overall handling of the bike is taking me some time to get used to, but it's a fun bike. Really fun.

I have a follow-up post of JRA Cycles to write shortly... kind of a post-script to my bike purchasing saga... but that can wait until later in the week. For now, I'm riding when I can, interspersed with holiday celebrations and family events.

My Tri Inside the Y is a DNF. I blew away the cycling commitment, but I still have 9 miles of running and 18,500 meters of rowing left, and only a week to go. OMG. The rowing kills me. I'm letting it go.

24 Hours in the Old Pueblo is less than 7 weeks away, and wow, I have a lot of work to do on that, too. I'm not freaking out... yet...

And happy news arrived Christmas Eve -- I made the cut once again for the Vanderkitten VIP Elite squad for another year. I think I made it more for my cheerleading skills than my cycling achievements this year, but I have some big goals set for 2016 with the VK team, and I'm excited to be a part of our tribe of kittens for a third year. I'm grateful to Vanderkitten founder Dave Verrechia for still believing in me. (Thanks, Dave.)

2016 is going to be an awesome year.

Tri Inside the Y, Week One

Running... well, it's still not my favorite thing to do but I'm doing it. 4.5 miles done this week, (Thursday and Saturday) but I'm going to need to pick up an extra day of running if I'm going to complete this tri.

And OMG, I haven't even started rowing yet. That's going to be tough.

Week 2 will be better.

(Cycling, of course, is no problem.)

Searching for a ride, Part 1.5: 24 Hours in the Old Pueblo

So after a bazillion years as a road cyclist, I did a lot of off-road trail riding this year, inspired by pro pals Rebecca (Gross) and Caro (Gomez-Villafane) who introduced me to cyclocross last fall. I was excited about getting off the road and doing something different -- cyclocross (CX), or gravel, or mountain biking -- so I borrowed Pete's mountain bike for the winter, a Specialized Hardrock. My idea at the time was to ride through the winter on the MTB -- as the wider tires were safer on icy roads than the road bike -- but with the winter we had last year, even riding a MTB was tough. Still, I rode.

I love the bike. It makes me laugh. It is so crazy rusted and has only 4 of the 21 gears working. Pete's only caveat when he loaned me the bike was "Don't spend any money on it." (This directive came after I mentioned the bike needed a new chain.) Hahaha.... it needs more than a new chain, Pete!) It's a bit big for me and I call it "The Deathtrap" because I've had so many wipeouts on it I've lost count. (And of course I was riding The Deathtrap in March when I skidded into the pavement and tore my rotator cuff. Damn it, my shoulder is still in pain.)

But I love being off-road, heading down trails and exploring the woods, having a blast riding a slower pace, and trying my darndest to climb hills and big rocks on that heavy bike. (I think it weighs 35 lbs.) It's really been fun! So, when a Vanderkitten teammate decided to form a relay team for the epic MTB race 24 Hours in the Old Pueblo, I considered maybe joining them. In a text message to Mike I asked him what he thought. He answered with the simple word, "YES". My heart jumped. I texted back, "Really?!" He replied, "Yes". (OMG)

I then added, "I probably need to get a new bike..."

To which he added, "Yes." (Oh, wow. LOVE my man-of-few-words.)

There are so many options in mountain bikes, depending on the type of riding you're doing -- trails, xc, downhill, etc. -- so of course I asked Rebecca for help. Do I need full suspension? A 26", 27.5" or 29" tire? She narrowed it down for me based on what I'd need for the race, and the type of riding I'd be doing after, and suggested a hardtail 29er.

24 Hours in the Old Pueblo is going to be tough. I haven't even begun seriously training for it but as of today I have 12 weeks to pull it together. No problem. For now, I'm riding The Deathtrap as much as I can, hoping my new bike ships and gets built before the snow arrives. I've got quite a challenge ahead.

(Next: Searching for a ride, Part 2: Falling in love with a bike shop)

Great Teams, Great Friends

PT on Friday didn't go as well as I thought it would. I expected to get the ok for cycling, (because 30 Days of Biking starts tomorrow), but I got a big NO. (NO?!) Arrrgggghhhhh!!! I understand the shoulder isn't in great shape, and it can get quite painful at times, but I was under the impression it was a mild injury. Fixable. So I wasn't happy with my PT.

On Saturday, still feeling frustrated, I met the Cyclopaths for breakfast -- and of course it was snowing, for the tenth straight weekend. No one braved the elements and rode their bikes, and most agreed it will be a while before they're back on the road. It was good to see folks and catch up, and I'm hoping we have a good summer together.

Afterwards, I headed into Cambridge with Alison, Cate, Jen and Amy for the TriMania Expo, (at MIT -- taking the photo of the pool, above, for Will.)  It was a fun afternoon looking at different bike-swim-run related info, gear, and events -- with many laughs between us. (Those girls are such fun.) I also heard from a few Kittens on Saturday, checking in to see how PT went. Really sweet.) So, despite the gloomy start to the weekend, and my depressing mood, I had a great Saturday spent with Cyclopaths and Spiders, and chatting with Kittens -- and I felt much better about my PT situtation afterwards. Thanks, sweet friends!

30 Days of Biking starts tomorrow.

Sunday Snowday, Ragged Mountain

Still too messy for my road bike, but I got to wear the new VKVIP thermal team jacket, (that arrived on Friday), to the mountains yesterday. Will, Chip, their friend Jack, and I headed up to Ragged Mountain, (the boy's home mountain during the winter), for a last blast of skiing and boarding. The boys ditched me for the more technical trails while I stayed low-key, (having barely been on my board this year), but it was a fun day. Love the new jacket -- It's a bit big for me, but Chip says I'll grow into in. Hahahahaha....

Vanderkittens land on their feet

Super excited for news coming out of the pro cycling circuit this week. My favorite Aussie, Jono Coulter, is now Director Sportif of the new BMW pro women's team (presented by The Happy Tooth Dental Group. Now doesn't that make you smile?) Waaaaay cooool!! Joining Jono on the team is the sweeeeeetest pro mechanic, Zane Free, who is going to kill the girls with his ridiculous jokes -- the ever fabulous Korina Huizar, (mega smiles), and fellow Vanderkitten pros Liza Rachetto, Miranda Griffiths, Rhae Shaw, and Elle Anderson!! (Forever kittens!!) SOOOOO COOOOOL. Vanderkitten may have put the brakes on the pro road circuit for a bit, but it's good to see many of them land on a new team together, (with Jono and Zane!!)

Also joining the BMW team are former US road champion Robin Farina, (women's cycling goddess), Erica Zaveta, (who I met very briefly in Gloucester), Jessy Ueberlhart, Shoshauna Routley, Megan Rathwell, and Michelle Khare. Twelve women in all. I'm so excited!

Vanderkitten is still on the pro scene in triathlon, mountain biking and cyclocross this year, and supporting the VKVIP squad in a big way. It's been a great start to the new year.

Vanderkitten VIP 2015

Phew. I made it. I came up short with a few of my goals in 2014 and didn't think I'd make the team this year. Thank you, Dave Verrecchia, for having faith in me and keeping me on for 2015. I love the girls... we've bonded... and I would have been so sad to miss the cut. Sooo happy today!!!