Hawaiian business trips for the PROS

Ignore the fact that I haven't updated you, my loyal readers, in almost 3 months. What I'm about to document is worth the wait...


Transcending time and space we find ourselves 6 and a half hours into the Pacific on the Island of Hawaii; specifically the West Coast in Kailua-Kona. Purpose: 1.)To have a vacation from what has been year of change full of surprises good and bad. 2.)To watch Katie complete the Iron Man World Championship race. 3.)To climb some amazing roads on our bicycles and rekindle a love of a pastime that's been suffering (reason 1 for the lack of updates, did I say sorry for that?). 4.)To be with FRIENDS, one of whom is embarking on a worldwide journey that will have more emphasis on her journey into knowing Self rather than her geographical coordinates.

And the final reason for visiting is business specifically promoting and announcing the launch of Thunderbird Energetica, the all-natural, organic, better-than-anything-out-there food bar founded by friends, Katie Forrest and Taylor Collins.


The place is magical. The 1984 Miami tropic print decor of a condo we are staying in is without A/C, we wake up naturally at 6 or 7am and are ready for bed at 5pm, we swim effortlessly with sea turtles...Toto, we are NOT in Texas anymore.

Other notables thus far was our run in with a Specialized rep getting ready for an expo who was kind enough to let us man handle and overdocument our presence with Fabian Cancellara's 2010 yellow jersey Tour bike. Fabian is not only Katie's absolute FAVORITE all-time pro cyclist, but he is the best Time Trialist in the world (see motivational video). We were blessed to see the bike he rode when he was the leader in the Tour. A sign of the championship to come? Perhaps. Regardless, it was special moment for all of us.

Excuse me, what did you say?

The month of July has always had a certain sweet spot in my heart. I mean...not as much as March who showers me with cooler temps and the annual SXSW film fest (and now recently the death of my daddy which will always be remembered). And certainly not as much as October, which holds high ratings because it's my birth month and well...THAT's cause for celebrating. ALWAYS. No, July hasn't meant nearly as much as those other months, but it has sprinkled me with memories of awesome bike trips, European adventures, firework displays on New York rooftops, and watching the riders of the Tour de France.

Yet THIS July IS special because THIS July I was proposed to by my boyfriend-now fiance-soon-to-be husband (what?!) Jed Rogers.

Oh yeah.

Pretty much the most awesome thing ever. And don't you dare think that the story isn't blog worthy...to keep it light it will read as follows (recapped information as much as I know)

June 22nd:

My mom's birthday, and probably the most nerve-racking day of Jed's life (thus far? maybe?).

Jed "pops" in to wish mom a happy birthday (bouquet of flowers in hand cue, "awwwws")

After chit chat, he wiggles. squirms. and asks my mom formally for my hand in marriage. If it were the middle ages he would've brought a cow and a chicken, that's how much of a stand up guy he is...

June 23rd:

Jed returns to mom's office appearing before a bunch of middle-aged women grinning ear to ear because of course they've already seen the ring in which Amy's to inherit and know that HE's the one that's gonna give it to her...

but when?

(you see where I'm going with this whole "i love july" thing, right?)

fast forward (cuz you ain't got all day) to July 4th...

It was brought up in an email that since we were to be staying in Austin for the 4th instead of traveling to another race in Kansas that watching the fireworks after a picnic would be a good date...

Jed: "Hi baby!

If I can't climb the ladder to get on the roof...

Would you like to pedal down to the river Sunday night with a blanket, the flask, and some snacks?

I love you!"

me: "that sounds great, baby! I hope it doesn't rain!"

And so it was (without the flask, tho) that a blanket and snacks and two people made their way down to the river, and watched the sky light up.

There's me saying "Oo! I like that one!" after every explosion, and Jed being abnormally quiet but pleasant. There's me not noticing an abnormally quiet Jed and pointing to kids playing and saying "Oh! look at that kid, ha! How cute!" And Jed agreeing but more or less still staying quiet. And then there's Jed reaching out after the last firework went off saying, "Look! there's one more!"

And as I looked to see what black spot he was pointing at in the sky I realized that he wasn't pointing at all but rather holding a ring between his thumb and forefinger.

"Will you marry me?"

My brain: Excuse me, what did he say?"

But my heart knew what he said...and I burst into tears before I got to answer but sniffled and snotted out a "yes, of course!" in time.

And THAT, my friends, is why July has not only held a sweet spot in my memory bank, but has totally robbed those other months out of any better memories for the future (thus far. maybe?)

Notes to Self : Lessons

When traveling to NRC races, one Cat 4 lady racer must remember a few things:

the field size will probably be bigger than you've ever raced before, and that will FREAK YOU OUT.

the term "free lap" may or may not come into play, but if there's the option: you take it instead of chasing back on

the risk of crashing is much more likely because there are more people

evidence pictured below :

coulda been worse!

...and the final lesson:
...the amount of fun you will have will be exponentially greater!

Tulsa Tough lived up to its name and while I didn't take home any results to speak of, I certainly took home some serious lessons in how to race my bike.

Can't wait til next year!

Tough.

This weekend I find myself conjuring strength from the buffalo spirits along the Oklahoma plains.

Tulsa Tough, one of the best crit races in the country, will be blessed with me on its Cat 4 lady start list. Meanwhile, my teammates ventured to see our Team Shaman, Mark White Eagle, in West Texas. Thanks guys. I'll need the extra blessings.



If you wanna be tough, you gotta act tough...which is why I've surrounded myself with the handsome gentleman of GCCA/Toyota. On a publicity ride this morning the team flexed their training secrets, doning the red and black colors of Source Endurance. There's no need to hide in hotel rooms. These guys have 'win' written right there on their jerseys.
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The sweet taste...

And so as the temperatures rose close to 140 degrees in Austin, TX, the women of the Cat 4 peloton line up at the Driveway for our weekly race.

Beads of sweat drip down the cheeks of the racers.

The winds were calmed and the trees silenced in respect for the event that was about to happen...

GO!

30 minutes (yes, only 30) of hard cranking, pedal mashing, and the results threw me up on the podium with a 3rd place finish after a pack sprint! It was an awesome feeling, especially having my teammate, Bettina Hodginskya, right there at the finish leading me out!

Inspiration for this week's victory include : watching my extraordinary BF, Jed Rogers, take 1st place in the Matrix May Cup Track Omnium at the Superdrome in Frisco, TX last weekend...and then winning the sprint tournament that Sunday. All that driving and filming was well worth it!

Jed Rogers wins the CAT3 8 Lap Scratch Race at the ATRA Nationals from Toyota Cycling Team on Vimeo.

Just a taste of what's to come with Tulsa Tough weekend just a week away...

Best of times, Worst of times...

Over the past two months I've withheld all the stories and happenings in my life and you've probably been asking...

Am I being selfish?
Have I given up on this whole "racer" blog thing?
Do I not care about my loyal following and tifosi?
Have I developed a successful method of avoiding the paparazzi?

Or maybe I just went on vacation...

Well, whatever I've been up to over the past 2 months, I can tell you this. I've recommited myself to creative writing to a faceless, cyber audience for awhile...

One worthy event that has taken my time recently is bloggin' about the travels of Flat Aaron. Flat Aaron came to me in a letter from my youngest nephew from the great North. It was now my responsiblity to show this young flat creation of a youthful mind the sites of Austin, and to document such adventures.

(The letter read as follows)

Dear Amy

Thank you for taking my flat person. I won my secent basketball game I really like playing with my legos have fun with flat aaron

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Really need to work on that grammatical punctuation, little one...

Never ceasing to capture a creative opportunity, created the blog FLAT AARON TAKES AUSTIN...

It's not like I was cheating or anything, think of it like when a musician collaborates with others outside his band to create a new sound for a new crowd. (This one consists of 4th graders)

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Other events include the unexpected death of my dad, Fred. It's been difficult but with my family and friends close we are working through it

Trying times and trials...

There's a point in an athlete's training that you never want to encounter...

Over-reaching (also related to, but not quite as bad as: Overtraining).

It is in this condition that what once was a normal, happy go-lucky girl on bike turns into without notice a lackadaisical, whiny baby, that could be clinically diagnosed as bi-polar, but won't be because a day or two off the routine or maybe some chocolate would fix the problem.

While I don't feel as if I reached the point of over-reaching, my body did say "no" to the whining and complaining this week by acting out and slapping me with a bladder infection. Looking for comfort in a blog entry is what I've resorted to, understanding that no amount of support from friends, hugs from lovers, or antibiotics from the team doctor are going to turn my mood around. I've made the conscious choice to say "yes" to some tender loving care...

What does that look like?

Let me illustrate...

I don't who coined this phrase, but "if you can't beat 'em, join 'em"

Introducing the newest of quad powered machines to my arsenal. The Time Trial bike.

This extremely fast, well fashioned apparatus will assist me in my goal of top 10 finishes in the mid-Spring stage races. Not only does it look bad ass, but I look TOTALLY bad ass riding it.

Who's got time to be a big whiny baby when there's new bikes to tinker with in the evenings??

Definitely not this happy go lucky girl...