Pearl Pass: CB to Aspen


After making the gregarious trek to CB from Aspen, and then an added 10 miles towards our return route towards Pearl Pass, we happily soaked in a full nights rest. I’m not one to ever sleep well when camping, but after the day we had the day prior – I fell into a deep, dream filled slumber. DCIM100GOPROGOPR1881.

From our site, we were awoken by the first morning light and the sweet ballads of cows 50 yards from where we chose to stay for the night. Growing up on a small farm in Minnesota, I felt right at home.IMG_8122

In general, I enjoy slow mornings – which is amplified when immersed in The Great Outdoors. Slowly wake up when your body feels ready, enjoy a morning meditation and extra long gaze at the rising sun over the mountain side. A perfect way to recharge for our return trip to Aspen via Pearl Pass. IMG_8112

Breakfast in bed. Chivalry is not dead – or Jeff was just kindly hinting that I get moving. DCIM100GOPROGOPR1873. DSCN2155Enough dilly dallying around, it was time to squeeze back into a fresh chamois and not so fresh jersey to get rolling back to Aspen.DCIM100GOPROGOPR1888.Much like the start of yesterday’s ride, today we headed straight UP. I was not feeling very sparkly and struggled for the first hour until my body figured out what we were doing again. DCIM100GOPROGOPR1892.The road towards Pearl Pass went from steep, to rolling, to steep… like little punches with just enough time for you to catch your breath before another swing came rolling back at you. DSCN2159 DSCN2165As the trees became sparse, the views became grand – lessening any lingering fatigue. DCIM100GOPROGOPR1895.When the terrain would throw us off our lines, it always offered up great moments to stop and take it all in…. and enjoy a little reprieve of a loved one’s shoulder.  DSCN2173 IMG_8134We climbed and climbed and climbed some more. The road would go from completely buff to rock garden bobble town. DCIM100GOPROGOPR1910.So we pushed…DCIM100GOPROGOPR1922.…and rode…DCIM100GOPROGOPR1929. DCIM100GOPROGOPR1933.…and pushed some more. DCIM100GOPROGOPR1958.All the way to the TOP! We made it – 3500ft of pedaling, slogging, hiking, grunting, and commiserating our way to the top. DCIM100GOPROGOPR1961.Taking in the view and secretly hoping we DO NOT have to go over any more of those beautiful mountain ranges in the distance. For now, they are quite nice to just look at. Luckily, it was all downhill from there… a few rollers, but mostly downhill…DCIM100GOPROGOPR1979. DCIM100GOPROGOPR1983.The descent off of Pearl Pass towards Aspen was hair raising! We sat back, let off the brakes and allowed the bike sail over the random mess of rocks – with the thought in our heads, “Thank goodness we are going DOWN this and not UP it!”DCIM100GOPROGOPR1985.We came off of Pearl Pass and descended down to Ashcroft – the route went from gnarly and rocky to smooth pavement. Going from seeing no one, to see every Aspenite on their Sunday road ride up to the old nordic center. I’m fairly certain I saw Bradley Cooper pass us by with a big smile and a hello – yes, I’m sure of it. No, do not interject with a logical explanation to why it wasn’t him…just let me have this. IMG_8142Done. Cooked. Ready for a shower – my first bike packing experience was absolutely stunning. A hard earned kind of stunning that sticks with you longer than just stumbling upon it. To the people who do this on a regular basis, I tip my helmet to you out of sheer respect – you are a beautiful aspect of the sport that unfortunately many overlook. Maybe not people who are lucky enough to live around these parts, but in general – I’m not sure the majority of the biking population has felt this. It’s not found through intervals, a start line or that fancy new power meter. It’s not a part of a club, a team, or a gym membership – it’s completely inclusive and wants you to come find it. Go get it!


Grand Traverse Aspen to CB

Jeff has been wanting to go bike packing with me for years – and for years the timing just hasn’t quite worked out. Well, this past weekend everything seemed to fall into place and we were loading up our bikes for a little adventure. The route: Aspen -> CB -> Aspen – A two day, one night introduction to bike packing. The route choice fell in nicely with an upcoming race, The Grand Traverse – that starts in Aspen and finishes in CB. On paper, it looked fairly straight forward, a lot of road, not many miles, and a good amount of climbing. Piece of cake! So I thought…

DSCN2077We parked the van in the mythological place called free parking in Aspen – from there, we set off for the first climb of the day, Aspen Mountain via the service road. Holy BALLS! Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy a steep grunt… maybe it was the loaded down bike, the lack of a warm up, or the breeze… yeah, maybe it was the breeze. No, it wasn’t any of those – it was just a hard climb, 5 miles and 3500ft elevation gain up a steep, loose, sandy, did I mention loose service road. DSCN2078As many hard climbs go, the views along the way were well worth the effort. That’s if I remembered to look anywhere but the stem of my BH Bikes Ultimate hardtail. Which performed like a champ – the bike, not just the stem. I’m 5’4″ and 110 mighty lbs, so the efficiency and weight of a bike are big priorities. We turned my BH Bikes XC race whip into a bike packing machine by putting away the light weight wheels, adding something a little beefier equipped with 2.4 Continental Xking tires, 28T SRAM XX1 chainring, Ergon GS1 grips, & Revelate Designs bags. In my seat bag was my Big Agnes Fish Hawk 30 sleeping bag, and on my back was my Ergon BA3 Evo Enduro pack filled with many things I felt necessary (as well as helpful tips from much more experienced bike packers, like coach LW) for my first bike packing trip. It’s amazing to see what few items you truly need for a couple days removed from your daily routine.

We crested Aspen Mountain, breathed in a moment of relief as about half of our climbing was done for the day! Little did we know what challenging terrain we were about to hit with the remainder of the route. DSCN2083DSCN2091After Aspen Mountain, the route’s next check point was Taylor Pass. We were fooled many times with false summits thinking we were there… we were not. Great opportunities to remind yourself to STOP LOOKING AT YOUR STEM. DSCN2093 DSCN2099DSCN2100TAYLOR PASS! It DOES EXIST…we made it up and down demanding terrain that’ll forever wipe away my downplay of “it’s just road”. DSCN2105This guy. I can’t say thank you enough – from carrying most of the weight, flawlessly navigating, keeping us hydrated, being patient as I slid down a few hike a bikes, all while looking dapper in his spandex suit. I’m onto you, Jeff Kerkove – I know what you’re trying to do to me… DSCN2111As we say goodbye to Taylor Pass, we head on towards Star pass. DSCN2113 Oh look, another rock laden climb I cannot clear – but WOW, look what’s beyond my stem… Those mountains sure are magnetic! DSCN2115 DSCN2117 The one (or two or three) wrong turns we took over the weekend always provided great backdrops. DSCN2118 Our first section of single track served up breathtaking views and plenty more opportunities to push your bike! IMG_8084 Jeff nears the top of Star Pass.DSCN2129 From the Top of Star Pass to the ‘finish line’ was primarily all trail – which is awesome when you are cross eyed and start playing the “what will I eat first” game in your head. We took this descent REALLY easy, took breaks, enjoyed the view, kept it safe – as not too long ago a freak accident look the life of a fellow rider as he raced down this very same trail. Thoughts of his life gone too soon filled the space in between my ears as we flowed our way down. Rest in peace, Will. DSCN2131 As we continued on, we crossed a handful of streams – each one begging us to just have a seat and stay awhile. IMG_8085 We rolled into town, ran into a few friends, and ate…. a simple sandwhich that was just OH SO GOOD! Can I get some privacy please? DSCN2132 Fed, happy, and ready to roll out to find where we’ll sleep for the night. Actual ride time was 5:45 with 7800k of climbing – running time was about 6:30… accounting for at least 45 minutes of not looking at our stems. DSCN2144 We rode up our return route about 10 miles until I was done; time to set up camp! A quick splash in the river to rinse out a vapor locked chamois, and change into dry clothes. I packed a set of Patagonia capeline top and bottoms which kept me warm and cozy! DSCN2142 All the familiar parts of the day were done – now, Jeff took charge and set up camp. DSCN2145 Our shelter for the weekend was a Big Agnes light weight tent and sleeping bags & pads. DSCN2146 It was so nice that the sleeping pad had it’s own little sleeve within the sleeping bag so that it stayed still as you moved about throughout the night. Genius, comfy and cozy! IMG_8100 DSCN2149 Goodnight moon.DCIM100GOPROGOPR1861.There you have it – Day 1 in the books. 50 Total miles of pedaling, 8400ft of climbing made much more fun with a stead strong adventure partner.


Breck PR’s and a Telluride stall…

Days since the Firecracker 50 have been filled with many miles, smiles, work and trying to soak up as much summertime as possible before it’s gone.

After a couple days of rest, I was ready and motivated to start working on the next goal – The Telluride 100. 100 milers are not my favorite, but I like to try to schedule one a year to push myself out of my comfort zone. This race was right up my alley with giant climbs going over 12k that gave an ample supply of breathtaking views. Having my breathing under control and feeling stronger than ever – I was motivated and ready for it!

Leading up to the race, LW Coaching altered my training and race schedule a little to favor being fresh and ready for 100 miles and 15,000ft of climbing. Originally, I had a couple town series races scheduled, a team effort of the Breck 100 with Jeff and Yuki, and a 5 hour steady-moderate paced ride planned. Making some adjustments, Lynda took out the two town series races and put more focus on a little longer, slightly “easier” training efforts.

The weekend after the Firecracker 50, I mapped out a solo tour of all my favorite trails in Vail for a good, long day. Not getting up valley too often to ride I decided to just ride all my favorites in one day – which ended up looking like a bird by the time my route was done!

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It was a great solo day in the saddle in search of all the perfect places to spot the Gore Range – North Trail – Lost Lake – Buffher Creek – North Trail – Vail Mountain – Benchmark – The Ridge – Mid Vail Escape – Fred’s Lunch – Big Mamba – Hank’s Hideaway tallying up 47 miles and 8,000ft of climbing. Training made easy with such great trails and amazing views!




The next day I was lucky enough to be able to ride my bike for work! We have a new event coming up, The Vail Outlier – and I got to ride the mountain showing Jeff Frost the proposed routes. After that, it was a series of chill rides and opener intervals in preparation for the weekend’s Breck 100 relay.

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I won the lottery with teammates – Jeff, Yuki and I split up the 3 loop Breck 100 race and took it on as a relay. Jeff, being the high alpine, hike a bike’aholic that he is – we gave him the first loop – Wheeler Pass. Our fastest teammate, Yuki Ikeda took the 2nd loop – which had probably the best single track descents that you had to really work for. That left me with the last loop – Gold Dust. This loop went over Boreas Pass twice with some single track, but an ample amount of road climbing.

That hardest part of this format is waiting your turn. Jeff started at 6am and came in with the top few open 100 men, Yuki went out and put in a HUGE effort and came back with a 10 minute lead on the top 100 man. Then it was me – I was OFF… an odd feeling starting a race solo with no one with you or ahead of you. With LW’s voice in my head I kept a lid on it, stayed out of my anaerobic zone and just churned over a steady pace. I had the feeling of being chased, and expected to get caught going into the Gold Dust trail.


During the first few rocky sections, I flatted – I kept riding thinking it was just a small puncture and the Stans would fill the hole… kept riding, kept spewing, hissing… my heart sank. The first time I pulled over I just shot it with CO2 throwing my hat into the wind thinking it would work. No luck, I pulled over again in what seemed like the home of a million mosquitos and put a tube in as I had a large side wall cut. With 10 minutes of stopping I felt that I was sure to be caught… still no one. I kept chugging along, precariously maneuvering my way around the rockiest section of trail. I made it to Como, still solo – filled up my water and made my way up Boreas for the 2nd time. I was feeling strong, kept it steady and just focused on reaching the top. Making it to the top, still solo, no one in front, no one in sight I clicked it into my hardest gear and cranked the downhill as hard as I could. Once I reached the single track, I went back to conservatively railing in hopes of keeping all the air in my tires to the finish. I reached the pavement, still solo! There was a little confusion on the finish and I blew past the turn… I knew something wasn’t right so I turned back around to make the correct turn back into the finish line. This is where I could see the lead open 100 man coming down towards me. Head down I made it across the finish line 30 seconds ahead, securing an overall win in front of the entire field and wracked up a series of PR’s both uphill and downhill. Being someone who LOVES railing descents, it’s been a blast racing the BH Ultimate Hardtail and quite a shock seeing what it’s capable of eating up! As soon as I crossed the line, both Jeff and Yuki quickly informed me my front tire was still flat! YIKES, I was so lucky to make it in!

With a season of great training, racing and overall motivation at my back I was thrilled for the upcoming challenge; The Telluride 100. The week leading up, my energy was at an all time low, each day I was either riding with the kids that I coach or resting. Looking at the calendar, my heart knew what was in store – that monthly little party pooper with a painful label of ‘endometriosis’. I ignored the inevitable and carried on as if it wasn’t going to happen. Unfortunately, my timing was absolutely the worst and the night before the race I was up most of the night with fever chills and the typical slew of flu like symptoms. I called the race at 3am, which was the best decision as it would’ve been a 9 hour day with many mandatory body mechanical stops along the way.


Am I bummed? Yes. Do I dwell on it? Hells no! If there’s one thing I’ve learned over the past couple years of racing its that, sh!t happens. There’s no use getting too worked up on mechanicals, both body and bike related as they are – for the most part – out of your control. What I can focus on is continuing to get stronger, smarter, and enjoy this beautiful life! There’s always next year. :)



Now – it’s a week completely off training, finally getting in with the allergy specialist, and a couple blocks of event work. There are plenty of races and adventures to be had this year – from bikepacking, to a 3 day stage race and a point 2 point backcountry adventure. For the next few weeks, I play, I work and plan for future adventures.


See you on the trails!



Firecracker 50

Having a race like this weekend’s Firecracker 50 (52 this year) has been running through my mind for years. That feeling of putting in the work, believing in yourself, and keeping it all together until the finish – with a few wavering dips in and out of the suffer tank, I did it! Every race has a story… here’s mine.

First of all, the back story of why this race is so special to me goes back to one of my very first mountain bike races and probably 10th time on a mountain bike, ever. Six years ago I drove over to Keystone to pre ride another, smaller Maverick Sports Promotions XC race, Tour de Trash. I finished riding/crashing/riding the course around dusk and was left with nothing but fear, feeling out of place, inadequate and flat out not ready. The race director, Jeff Westcott was putting the final touches on the course and persuaded me to just give it a shot. The next day, my naive self shook off the jitters, locked on my camel bak, and lined up. Through a few crashes I walked away with my first win and the confidence to keep trying this whole mountain bike racing journey. I owe a lot to my friends and Jeff who helped me get over that first step. Flash forward to this weekend’s Maverick Sports Promotions race, The Firecracker 50 – a completely different person than the young, inexperienced girl 6 years ago, ready and excited to take on this challenging course.


This race was most definitely an “A” race for me – 50 miles, 7,000ft of climbing on rugged roads and trails between 9,500-11,200ft. With the help of my coach Lynda Wallenfels, my fitness and head was right where it needed to be. However, leading up to this weekend was a scramble figuring out some recent, worsening breathing issues. I prioritized getting it under control, having a plan, and stuck to it – happily, I have had zero attacks since incorporating a handful of tricks keeping it under control until I can get in with a specialist. It’s truly amazing seeing how many people want to help you reach your potential – feeling that support has been extra motivating.


My body was ready, now it was all about choosing the gear for the day. The questions that run through most racers heads are, full suspension? hard tail? gearing? tire choice? – having a Flat-tire 50 last year, I went the extra mile with the help of High Gear Cycling to be sure my gear was running in top condition. I chose my BH Bikes Ultimate Hardtail, XX1 28T, Continental 2.2 XKing tire in front and 2.2 Race King in the rear – both with sidewall protection. Contact points – I went with the Ergon Bike GE1 Slims, SMR3 saddle, and HX2 gloves. It’s been a dream getting to ride on top notch gear that I have 100% confidence in.


With the recent course changes, I was predicting a 4:30-4:45 race. The tag line of this race is, “go light, go long”. I did just that – I started with enough food to get me through a lap and picked up a bottle at every aid station, alternating between OSMO/OSMO’like hydration and water. Friends from Japan were in town and offered help through the lap transitions. Getting a bottle of Osmo and encouragement from Saya & Yuki give me an extra kick in the pants.

With all the prep behind me, there was only one thing left to do, the fun part – RACE BIKES! I try really hard not to focus on who else is racing – I find it wasted energy, really. The only person you can control is yourself – especially a race of this length and difficulty. ANYTHING can happen at any time.


It was within the first climb that the women’s field was sorted. Larissa Connors, an amazing talent, on the steps of most national Pro XCT battles was off on her own within the first surge of the lead men’s group. Feeling myself maybe pushing the pace a little too much for what was on tap for the day, I fell back, Jenny Smith passed me and I quickly positioned within a couple men who were keeping a steady pace. At this point, Jenny’s pink jersey was my target. She was alone. Knowing I had an advantage  saving energy within the group I bypassed the first aid station and put in an effort to get into the single track first. Excited to be feeling good, I kept a steady push over the next few false flat kicks. Staying calm, steady, and ready to rail some trail!

Trying not to look over my shoulder, I kept focussed ahead – making up some time on the descents and keeping a good pace to Little French. There is nothing about the Little French climb that is appealing. It’s loose, steep, high altitude, and even so much as a breeze can throw you off pushing your bike up. With encouragement of a few male racers, I cleared Little French for the first time in a race! (I paid for that later) – and kept trucking along.

This is where the “I wonder where Jenny is” feeling settled in. This feeling stayed with me all the way to the finish line. I was so bummed to hear that she wasn’t feeling well with lingering head injury symptoms, and had to pull out of the race. Getting to race with talent like hers only makes you better.

Rounding my way to the second lap, I had to scale it back… maybe too far back. I was afraid of pushing too much and fading – instead, I seemingly just faded into a slightly slower, yet steady pace. Reaching Little French for the second time did me in… I was off far sooner than I have ever been, feeling like I was crawling my way up. One foot in front of the other I kept singletrack thoughts in my mind and got on and off my bike until I was able to cross the little creek and get back to the flume.

I knew I was almost done, but needed a kick in the pants to push harder. Luckily, a lot of the categories were mixed up by now and I had a few friends give me moments of spark. As they’d come along, I would try to keep up – then fall back… and surprisingly moments of trying to keep up, and then staying ahead!

At this point, everything hurt… every rise, every pebble, everything. Thoughts of friends voices came through my head saying, “Keep pushing through the finish”… and I did just that.


I had done it! After 52 miles, 7,000 ft of climbing… I came across the line in 4:38 2nd Pro Female! Ecstatic, exhausted, elated, delirious… you name it, I had every emotion throwing a party through every single cell of my body.


A short 7 minutes later, friend, endurance hammer and local Summit County athlete Marlee Dixon came across the line – 3rd Place Pro Female.


Although, it may look like I’m about to pull Marlee in for a wet, slobbery kiss… I was really just so stoked for her great race as well! That’s the beautiful thing about our community of female endurance athletes – sharing moments like this.


I may not have been even close to Larissa’s pace for the day – but I sure scored with the podium love from race director Jeff Westcott.

Kudos to everyone who works so hard on putting this race together! I have gotten to know this group fairly well over the years, and it makes standing on the second step feel that much more special.

Now – a couple days later… I’m still thrashed – an endorphin crash, really. My body is feeling ok, but general mood is just a little ho-hum. I’ve noticed over the past couple years that after moments of intense highs, comes a day or two of feeling a little less than awesome. It’ll pass – and I’ll be onto working towards my next adventure!

Thanks for sticking along for the long haul of this post – it’s been awhile coming, and it feels oh so good!

The Joy of Riding

Over the years of following my passions I have learned more about my health, body and mind that I ever thought possible. I have pushed myself through negative thoughts, poor self esteem, injury, fatigue, & sickness. My initial coping mechanisms were found behind forced smiles, ignoring the problem, keeping myself extremely busy, and continually trying to push through a brick wall. It hasn’t been until the past few years that I’m learning to slow it down, focus on what I can do, and most importantly practice self kindness.

We are all handed bumps in the road. We can either let those bumps stop us, or find alternate ways over them.

Recently, I’ve been re-handed up a healthy dose of asthma coupled with what’s thought to be some sort of allergy. Realizing I have ignored daily symptoms, I have had a handful of bad attacks during hard race & training efforts. My throat closes up, body shuts down, and feel like I can only breathe at a quarter the capacity I’m use to. Frustrating, but I’m taking the steps to figure it out – starting out with an inhaler and then in the waiting line for an appointment at National Jewish Health for the allergy mystery.

I feel like anything below 9,000ft is trying to kill me – so, instead of sitting around twiddling my thumbs we took our adventure above 9k all weekend and kept efforts at or below threshold.


The weekend started with a double dip up and over and back up and over Independence Pass starting and finishing on the Leadville side.


Staying well hydrated downing multiple bottles of Osmo Hydration for Women - as well as water from kind campers as the well was dry where we had planned to refill.


Jeff stayed with me the entire time, keeping a watchful eye & ear on my breathing. As annoying as it may be in the moment, I am so grateful for him having my back. He really is my biggest supporter, encourager – the best adventure partner a girl could ask for!


This was the first ride with an inhaler. I definitely noticed an improvement in my breathing – although I still haven’t tried to go full gas, and noticed a considerable change in my breathing & airways as soon as we returned home.


The next day, we headed back to Leadville to ride another pass. Night and day difference from the day before as we had the mountain to ourselves on fat tires and 6″ of travel.



Rides like this provides so many great opportunities to catch your breath, enjoy the view, and take it all in.

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Snow snakes are still holding strong above 13k! YIKES! This one bit HARD – I’m OK! :)


Reaching the summit has always given me such a high! Being able to breathe clearly and confidently clear steep scree fields aboard the BH Lynx6 provided an extra shot of enthusiasm.


Although this was my first real test of the BH Lynx6, as soon as I pointed my Continental Mountain Kings downhill, the geometry was like a glass slipper and felt like we had been riding together for years.


Closing up on a couple great days on two wheels, the biggest lesson for me has been to learn my limits. That also means learning when it’s worth it as well as safe to be pushing those limits. It’s a gradual lesson that throws pop quizzes at me all the time, but I remind myself, “to slow it down, focus on what I can do, and most importantly practice self kindness” – it’s all relative. What works for one person will not work for another – it’s a personal journey.


This weekend proved to fulfill everything I love about riding – adventure, views, great descents, learning more about myself and sharing it with someone I love. The smiles at the end of the day say it all.

I hope you all were able to get out and enjoy the joy of riding – whether it’s a bike path spin, single track cruise, XC race throw down, downhill runs… whatever gives you joy.


Rainy Days & Squeezed Lungs

From the name of the post you’d think a lot hasn’t been going right this season, and that’s most definitely not the case. This season has probably been the best season yet where everything is really falling into place. I am the most balanced I have ever been physically, mentally, and emotionally. However, there have just been a couple hiccups along the way that have unfortunately just been the (bad) luck of the draw.

So, what’s the difference this year? In previous years, admittedly I haven’t been the most confident or kind to myself. Mix in an unhealthy dose of expectations, and each race was like the world was going to come crashing down onto me. The change? I remembered why I race, and no longer cared so much what anyone else thought about me, my performance, the races I choose to do, etc. Once I let all that go, I was myself again… happy.


Another change this year is that I have shifted a lot of my focus on running a kids MTB camp – Vail Valley Alternative Sports Academy. This program was created very last minute last year, and although the kids had a great time – I knew we could do better. Through a winter’s worth of planning, we are in our third week of camp and it has been such a joy to see everything fall into place. The program is centered around inspiring a new generation of trail stewards, teaching them the rules of the backcountry, riding skills, how to treat one another and other trail users, and most importantly how to share the stoke with others. These kids light me up, and I am lucky to get to work with them as well as the other coaches. I am working on keeping a good balance of putting my heart into this camp, racing, my other job, and my relationships/community. Hefty goals – but way more rewarding than letting something fall short.

Coming off a strong spring season it was time to focus in on some local races. I have committed to the Vail Town Series this year, gaining some high intensity training as well as helping the local shop with some points. This series is HIGHLY competitive, but really brings the community together to share the pain, suffering, & sting of short, cross-country races.

The first bigger local race was scheduled to be in May in our backyard, The Firebird 40. I work this event as well as race it – at times, very challenging… so I would be lying if I said I wasn’t somewhat relieved that it was rained out. It’s rescheduled for this weekend! Fingers crossed we will have the green light, and my lungs won’t shrink on me again – more on that later.

Leading up to the Firebird, the Vail Recreation District puts on a short track series. Basically, a circuit 20 min dirt-power test. The best way to get sharp… fast! This is when I first had a lung shrinking episode. The first race was in Wolcott, which is about 15 or so miles from where I live – a perfect warm up. I pedaled to the event, excited to get in a good hard effort, rode an easy lap, and then an opener lap on the course – then BAM… my body shut down. My throat closed up and gasping for air caused me to throw up what little I had in my stomach. Anytime I got back on my bike it would do it again. The race was at a ranch with horse poo everywhere, so I chalked it up to having poo in my lungs.


Over memorial day weekend, Jeff and I headed to Gunnison, CO for the Growler. Jeff did the full and I did the half – attempted to do the half that is. Leading up to this race I was so thrilled to get to race at Harman’s Rocks – the trails are SO MUCH FUN! They were either mind blowing fast and flowy or tricky and techy. Unfortunately, my race ended on the first climb as the half growlers were graced with bike breaking mud, and my cables had their last fit with the abuse I’ve been giving them over the season and frayed – I was stuck in my easiest gear and with a relatively flat and punchy course, I couldn’t bring myself to just ride it out. The next day, I went out and hammered myself on my other bike on the course in the best conditions EVER to dull the pain of not being able to finish on Saturday. Jeff had his own share of bad luck – in the finishing 9 miles of his 68 mile race he flatted, and flatted, and sliced his sidewall… ended up RUNNING his bike the remainder of the race. Bad luck for the Jarkoves that weekend – but that’s racing! How we handle adversity says much more about an athlete than how we handle victories.


The next race was the first town series event here in Eagle. The trails were immaculate – so fast, fun, and 100% on the gas the whole time. I felt great during this race and ended up second, close behind Gretchen Reeves – friend and forever hammer. Not much to say on this race as it was so short… and painfully fun.


The morning after this race I was off to a short visit with my family in Minnesota. One of my goals this year is staying more balanced – which means, more time with family. They may not fully understand my life, my choices, etc.. but I’ve learned that they don’t have to. They just have to love me and I just have to love them. Taking a week out of the busiest time of year for me is far more important than any work meeting, race or event. The photo below is my Aunt Audie – she has stories upon stories upon stories… one of the strongest women I know.



Back to the mountains – and back to the grind. A grind I love… working, riding, staying connected to my community! Why does “the grind” have to be associated with such a negative connotation? ;)

I opted out of the next race – The Go Pro Mountain Games. Frankly, I just wasn’t excited about it and was really craving some bigger loops vs lapped races. Exhibit A: Not caring what other people think, what you do, what you don’t do, etc. YOU know what’s best for YOU! By opting out of racing, I got in two big backcountry rides and supported my friend who was racing. Win/Win!

Now we are sitting here – this present moment, the day after my second lung squeezing episode. Last night was the second town series race – a course that I don’t mind, big climb, fast descent, big climb, fast descent, etc. Again, great training opportunity and time to connect with the community. Well – my race went to a screeching halt after the first lap… started out good, strong, felt ready to roll, started to create a gap on the climb… and with the first downhill my lungs shriveled, the wheezing started feeling like I was now breathing through a straw. I tried to ignore it, to fight it, to calm down my breath… but it wasn’t until up the midway second lap climb that I had to pull over as things started to go blotchy and I was about to topple over. Friends were there as well as a PT who got me calmed down. It took 10 minutes to regain my normal breath, but still with a high heart rate… feeling a little bit normal and knowing I would be by myself I decided to ride the last lap to just finish. The light was beautiful and I got to ride with some friends, offered encouragement, etc. I was frustrated, but happy to clip along at a non lung squeezing pace.

VRD_berrycreek2015-22-(ZF-7808-97695-1-001)This was a huge eye opener for me. I have been extremely stubborn with this issue over the past few months… on training rides I can just scale back and ignore it, but in races it puts me in a place of no return – it steals your fitness, your spark, your fire. I feel so fortunate to live in a community with so many people who genuinely care, offer support, advice, etc – Thank you. I have finally made the first steps and have an appointment for next week.

I couldn’t get in before this weekend’s Firebird 40, but decided I will still line up whether racing or riding… Long Live Big Loops!


The April push…

Just when we get into a groove from being home from the last work, travel, race trip we start to pack our bags for another! I absolutely love this time of year when we can escape the spring storms for desert and costal sun. This time around we were off to California for the Santa Cruz MTB Festival followed by Sea Otter. Which will randomly end days later with a last minute decision to race on the Front Range of Colorado. IMG_6221

Being fairly opposite in nature, Jeff and my travels are usually quite entertaining. This trip began with a comedy of errors as we arrive into Santa Cruz after two days and many hours in the van to realize our hotel does not accommodate sprinter van sized parking. Jeff’s patience seems to take a vacation when navigating the large sized vehicle around costal roads and cities that are made for small sized sports vehicles and mini clown cars. Through periods of awkward silence and built up frustration – it was my turn to take charge, and I was able to find us a beautiful little Airbnb along the coast that ended up being cheaper than our claustrophobic hotel. SCORE!


Not only did this place save us money, its location couldn’t have been more perfect. Just a short 10 minute walk along a dirt path brought you right to the ocean, away from the sound of cars, and closer to crashing waves and a cool ocean breeze! Not to mention it was just a short pedal from great trails at Demolition National Forest.


We had a day to settle in, ride, and check out the local attractions – which usually just lead us to Whole Foods take out to enjoy along the beach. Then it was time to get to work! The Santa Cruz Mountain Bike Festival had a cool vibe and attracted a great bunch of people. The nice thing about this event was being able to see first hand how many people already knew about Ergon Bike and were excited to hear what they were coming out with this season. As many people know who work events like this, having a crowd of this type makes your job that much more enjoyable.


As that event came to an end we were off to Monterey for the next! The Sea Donkey, Sea Beaver, or more properly known as Sea Otter; seen as the season kick off event for every discipline of cycling and most every bike brand.

It’s so nice to see everyone in one place from friends, racers I admire, sponsors and colleagues. My purpose at Sea Otter is to work – I handled all of Ergon’s PR as well as worked sales under the tent. Throw in a block of training, and I was happily at my max for what I could manage all while maintaining an up beat, positive attitude!

Being able to race would’ve been fun and a great experience, but it just doesn’t work for me. As much as I would get goosebumps of envy watching the girls line up – I know I have a long season of adventure ahead of me. My racing for the week was basically TT’ing the commute in and out of the venue each day. I must say, the oxygen rich (actually same amount of oxygen, just the partial pressure is the difference <–NERD) California air produces some very beautiful power numbers! What was far more beautiful than the numbers, were the winding roads along the commute.



Sea Otter came to a close, and we were on our way back to Colorado. No trip to California is complete without returning with a full body of Poison Oak!


As we returned home, the fatigue from the past two weeks hit me like a freight train! What better time to decide to do a last minute race on the Front Range! Jeff was off for a week in Germany a handful of days after we returned and wanted to squeeze in a race before he left. Knowing myself, I was very hesitant… but having a better mind set on racing this season and talking it through with LW we decided it was perfect timing for a “training race”. Let the game of recovery begin! Between rounds of elevated legs, mellow rides, and nutritious meals I was slowly returning back to normal.

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I had convinced myself I was excited about this race – but in reality, I was dreading it…I had a poor, less than snappy pre ride, and spent the day before the race tired, crabby, and cursing traffic. My attitude was NOT right all the way up to when we lined up in the morning. Bless Jeff’s heart he still loves me after being such a pill.

The funny thing is, once we were off – my crabbiness subsided and went right into a fun, race mode. I quickly realized what a “training race” really was. It was an opportunity to try out new tactics, paces, mental strengths etc. So, I did some smart things, some not so smart things, but all in all kept up a good pace through the 5 laps and 1,000 turns which happily lead me to a third place finish! I was utterly exhausted, but very content. Most importantly, I was proud of myself for turning my brain off and just pushing the pedals. It really is that simple; keep smiling and keep pushing the pedals!


What’s next? Our local backcountry bash, The Firebird 40!!! This will be such a baller course this year! Check it out here.



Don’t Let the Bed Bugs Bite

Over the past two weeks Jeff and I have pedaled across mesmerizing new stretches of trails, hours of sitting in the van, and jumping from hotel to hotel. It is a proper start to the season, but always a delight to be home.

Our first stop of the travel block was Sedona, AZ for the Sedona MTB Festival. Coming into my 5th year on a mountain bike, I have never been to Sedona before. My excitement for the new terrain was tangible as we concluded our 9 hour drive. We arrived right at sunset and took advantage of the hiking trail behind our hotel which led to illuminating red rock views surround by lush green shrubs and cacti.



Throughout the weekend we roamed the Sedona MTB Festival talking with people in the industry and consumers about Ergon’s 2015 products. Along with the consumers we put the products to the test with Sedona’s techy flow. The conditions were perfect and the company even better. We had a chance to catch up with the IMBA crew Jordan and Lani on their recent adventures traveling year-round throughout the United States and beyond, leading trail work sessions, meeting with land managers and working with IMBA Chapters/clubs and the communities they serve to improve mountain biking opportunities. Of course, plenty of riding was involved in this catch up time.



After a late night of strawberritas, it was time to hit the road to our first race of the season. My newly gained lack of tolerance lead me to sleep the entire van ride to St. George, which made checking into our honky low-budget hotel seem like a 4 seasons.

We spent the week leading up to the True Grit Epic riding trails and working from whatever place we could find with WiFi. It wasn’t until the second night at dinner where the stay at this hotel came to a screeching halt. Jeff found a couple spots of three little bug bites in a row and his itchiness was enough for me to do a little research. I came to find that it was BED BUGS! I don’t know how, but we were able to check out of that place and into a clean hotel within the hour. Poor Jeff had the heebie jeebies for the next few nights even after a proper hose down. :)

A couple days prior to the race we decided to stay off the bikes as up to this point, we’ve been riding quite a bit. We threw out the reality card and pretended to be real bike racers by treating ourselves to a massage before heading to Zion National Park with our friend Fixie Dave for a cold water walk through The Narrows.




This was a great highlight of the trip as I get a little burnt out of monotony and strive to get out and experience traveling outside the norm that revolves around a number plate being zip tied onto my bars.

So, finally it was race time. Nerves and excitement were at a perfect level and everywhere we turned we ran into familiar faces. I was on cloud nine. What could possibly go wrong? There could be one thing to go wrong… which it did. I ( EARMUFFS ) got my period. I’ve talked about it in the past, and each month this little monthly treat is known to completely knock me on my ass giving me flu like symptoms. The night prior to toeing the line I was restless with cold, night sweats and woke up to my little friend. Knowing this was more than likely going to happen, my coach LW asked me a month ago what I would like to do – and I said, “Let’s see how I can mange with a good attitude and a healthy dose of over the counter drugs”.

I rode the waves of symptoms prior to the race and tried to stay positive. After warming up, my legs ached and my stomach was turning. I kept telling myself, the adrenaline of the race will act as a natural pain killer and along with staying hydrated and intaking a healthy dose of over the counter NSAIDs I will be just fine.

To my surprise, I was just that – I was just fine. Besides not feeling like I could really push the climbs as much as I would’ve liked, I stayed calm, consistent, and mentally blocked out the pain. Knowing the climbs were all fairly short, the sick feeling never stayed around too long. This took me to a great finish of second place behind a local hammer, Joey Lythgoe. I was completely stoked!


I know a lot of people don’t like to hear about this issue, but it is something women have to deal with. Knowing I have the ability to work through it is a huge confidence builder for the season to come!



Overall the block of work/travel/and racing was a huge success. We were able to catch up with a handful of our favorite people, meet new ones, get plenty of Vitamin D, and experience this one precious life we are given as fully as our energy levels would allow.

It is always a treat to come home to our little community in the mountains and be able to share the stoke with friends – that’s what it’s all about to me. Sharing the experience and writing my own story.

My apologies as it can be hard for me to put coherent thoughts together after a block of travel like this, so thank you so much for reading – and most importantly thank you to my amazing sponsors for standing beside me in doing what I love – living. BH Bikes Castelli Cycling Ergon Bike Limar Helmets Xpedo Pedals Handlebar Mustache Osmo Nutrition LW Coaching Smith Optics Pearl Izumi MTB Shoes Elevated Legs Yoga Off Broadway Yetis Grind Continental Tires

BH Ultimate XX1 29

With a new year comes new sponsorship, and this year I am very proud to announce I’ll be racing for BH Bikes. Admittedly, I would say I am like most of you when I associated BH with a strong representation in the road scene and very minimal US presence in the mountain bike realm. The only thing true about this assumption of mine is that BH is in fact one of the leading competitive brands of road bikes. As far as mountain bikes go, they aren’t too far behind. Ultimately, most of us are a product of what the media puts out and unfortunately BH hasn’t quite been given the light it deserves in the US quite yet. Have a look at any XC World Cup podium, you’ll be sure to see BH consistently reaching one of the steps.

So let me start out by telling you about one of the bikes I will be riding and racing this year.

Seen below is the Ultimate Carbon Hard Tail 29. What is she wearing, you ask? This beauty is built up full SRAM XX1 brakes and drivetrain, Rock Shock World Cup Blackbox Technology 100mm suspension, & Mavic Crossmax SLR wheels. The extra little bits I’ve added to personalize this whip are Ergon GA2 grips and SMR3 saddle, Xpedo M-Force Ti pedals, and Continental X-King on the front and Race King on the rear. How does this all transfer to your first impression? For me, it’s “Holy CRAP she’s beautiful and LIGHT”.


As someone who stacks up to 5’4″ and 100lbs, I’ll admit that the weight of a bike will pursuay my initial reaction when checking out new bikes. Generally, when it comes to most cross country riding and racing lighter is better, to a point of course. However, I have yet to be on a bike where the lightness of the bike compromises its performance and durability.

My first ride on the Ultimate was a 50 mile adventure of frozen snow packed single track, pavement, and snowmobile tracked out forest roads. Living at 6600ft, this as close to mountain biking as we can get out or door in January. My biggest take home note from this ride was the amount of terrain it opened up to me for winter base miles. So far – perfect for races with a LOT of road and a LOT of climbing.

My next ride on this bike was a bit more mountain bike specific on a 45 mile tour of the JEM Trails in Hurricane, UT. This system of trails are mostly fast and flowy with the occasional fun rock drop, chundry traverse and pebbly descent. Having not ridden a 29er, hard tail, or anything less than 120mm of suspension in well over a year I was a little apprehensive how this bike would handle real mountain bike conditions. To be honest, I’m not the best at line choosing – and find myself more of a point it straight and let off the brakes kind of rider.



For me, where I have noticed a draw back in the past with 29ers has been tight, technical areas, and quick cornering. So far, with the Ultimate I felt much more in control and found once I was familiar with riding on trail again the handling was like second nature. On a geometry stand point this was due to the shorter wheel base giving me more of a sports car feel vs a semi truck.

The only time I noticed a slight inefficiency was on longer sections of ledgey, randomly spaced rocky trail you would have to pedal through. Having full suspension would be much more comfortable through sections like this, however if you find yourself riding & racing mostly smooth trail with the occasional technical feature – the Ultimate 29 would be perfect! The 100mm of travel and bigger wheels can actually dampen choppy sections of riding quite nicely.

How about drops? Well, I had a chance to test this one out without even knowing it. We were cruising down a fast, smooth, flowy trail when a nice fly-through-the-air drop came up and without even thinking twice I was safely landed and back in the train of riders zipping through the desert. Now, I wouldn’t recommend you ride drops all day long on a hard tail – but as cross-country races are getting more and more technical, this hard tail is still capable and competent of A-lines.

As we were nearing the final miles of our ride, fatigue settled in and my handling seemed to go out the window. I took sections slower, felt more rocks, and daydreamed of food. This section of riding has absolutely no reflection on the bike and purely bonk related.

Overall, this bike is a pure cross country race machine. Weighing in around 20lbs fully loaded – it’s lighter than my road bike and can handle far more than what I put my skinny tires through. I felt like I floated up longer climbs and easily zipped up short, punchy ones. Like I had mentioned, when my familiarity of riding trail came back I also noticed an increase of speed I could carry through corners – as well as a surprising ability to play off poor line choosing.

Races where this bike would shine would be The Whiskey 50, Day 6 of the Breck Epic, as well as the majority of all cross country races especially ones like The Beti Bike Bash but would also do well at the Go Pro Games. Where this bike may not be the best would be more unforgiving, longer technical races like True Grit.

This is of course just my opinion as there are plenty of people who race some of the most technically demanding races on fully rigid rides. Those people are in a completely different category and I love them dearly, as they are typically very crazy and good at partying.

Thanks for reading, and tune in soon for my next post talking about the BH Lynx 4.8 29er. Until then, enjoy the weekend riding, skiing, running or just soaking in some delicious Vitamin D!





Winter “Training”

I know I haven’t been in this cycling game for very long in comparison to my friends that I tow the line with, but I would gather that the majority of us did not get into cycling for the love of long winter sessions on the rollers.

My first two winter seasons in between racing, I fell suit to the routine of multiple, weekly indoor trainer workouts thinking that’s what I had to be doing. Little did I know that by doing this I was suppressing the very one thing that keeps me going. THE FUN! Where is the FUN?!?! A lack of adventure, big views, and cool, fresh air on my face is my kryptonite. No way did I work so hard to live in the mountains to be spending my winter days indoors?!?

Luckily, with LW Coaching at the wheel – this winter has been off to a MUCH better start than previous years. She understands that I need to be outside. I understand that I need to pedal occasionally, and that may mean inside on the rollers or trainer. Together, we found compromise and each day I look forward to what’s on my schedule.

Have a look what my “training” has been like over the past couple months.

Between November and December we replaced a lot of my “base miles” with cross country skiing, taking me to new trails right out my back door where bikes are not allowed.


Hiking is another great cross training tool. The slower pace, minimal equipment activity allows for longer appreciation for the views around you.


Then there’s what I have been missing most over the past two years; alpine skiing! I love speed, and although I can manage a lot on my cross country skis – there’s no replacement for the feeling of zooming down the mountain with EDGES! Making this activity work within cross training, I luckily have a very generous friend who lets me borrow one of her alpine touring set ups. Being able to climb steeper terrain and relearn the art of making turns has brought back a huge joy to my winter. Think hero dirt, but on skis.


With the compromise, I know I have to do this every now and then… no more than maybe a couple times a week – but I have to admit, the workouts LW gives me when inside are quick, efficient and keep me motivated the entire time. It’s not so terrible.


What has also made this winter much more enjoyable is Jeff’s willingness to try new things! I have been dragging him along on ski tours and planting the bug to learn how to downhill. Having a winter adventure partner is a huge benefit for not just companionship and your own personal photographer… but most importantly, safety. I am much more cautious in the winter vs summer – and take the proper precautions when going into the backcountry.



So, what is it that moves you? Once you figure that out – “training” will lose it’s “work” feeling and be replaced with a childlike recess bell.

Happy Winter “Training”!

“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”  -Albert Camus