#LoveWhereYouLive

Almost a year ago, I moved to Roanoke, Virginia. Why? Mountain biking. Little did I know, that my move to Roanoke would be about so much more than just glorious trails and ample gravel roads for training. It would deliver an incredible community, a city replete with culture and food destinations, and all sorts of…

Making 25 of 24

Over the last several weeks, the questions seem to play on a broken record, How many hours are in your day? How do you fit it all in? How do you manage everything? Mostly, the answer is, “I don’t know” or “I don’t.” While there are certainly aspects of that which are true–such as the…

“Home”

The night before leaving Tanzania, some of my dearest friends put this song on repeat and we sang it together at least six times. Though I was fighting back tears then, I had no idea how much I would miss those brothers and the friendships and family I made during my four years in Tanzania….

Time to Ride

The world of a cyclist is full of wonder: The wind breathes freedom into my veins and hurries fear away into sweet song. The sun chases clouds into swift retreat, even in the rain. The incline gives glories untold as lungs gasp for precious air. The wheels fly, pedals spinning, muscles screaming, chain singing. The…