lacking. lefts.

September 19, 2010

Dear Internet,

Is there a reason why I cannot make lefthand turns?

Heart (and sad face),

no! crash!

March 17, 2009

Hooray! Survived my first crash-free race weekend of the season.

“So fabulous….what i would do for a little Mike’s [Hard Lemonade] right now….even more fabulous — your biking outfit. get some.” -Pink

Cycling weekend recap

Spotted: The Brit on gchat, who has not changed her status message in literally two years.

So I’ve been afflicted with the Black Lung for about two weeks now. Did you know that eating a whole bag of cough drops means you consume well over 400 calories? Over the span of two days per package, this is probably not a good pace to be keeping.

Spotten in Chelsea Market: Sesame Street!

This isn’t a cupcake.. it’s a vessel for frosting.

Did you know.. bacon was invented by the romans in 300 BCE? First aqueducts, now this.

My heart rate monitor just broke on hill climbs, which means either A) it was a cheap piece of crap ($20) or B) my heart exploded. Cast your vote.

Near. Miss.

March 9, 2009

New season, new bike, new karma. Or so I thought.

Had a very near miss on the circuit race on Sunday at Rutgers — some MIT girl went down, taking a handful of people with her. I was about two back from that chick, and screeched my way to a halt, barely missing the carnage (front wheel stopped touching the downed bikes). Dropped my chain, and got some lovely grease tattoos on my right calf, but everything else seems to be in order. Was able to finish the race, but lost too much time with the pileup to be competitive.

For the record, that is now FOUR crashes that I’ve been involved in (none where I’m at fault). At least with this one, nothing on my bike or body were broken.

Why am I such a crash magnet? Which cycling god did I piss off?

Theory #1: it wasn’t the Trek bike that was cursed (sold off last Sept), but me.
Theory #2: My race number last year was #130. My race number this year is #103. Unlucky #13?
Theory #3: Clearly, everyone in Women’s B are out to get me. I should upgrade to A’s immediately.

Friends can be supportive (excluding Skybil):
“See, this is why I prefer couch surfing…. Maybe they should invest in some training wheels or something…” -MC

“The main question is…is the bike OK?!” -Kimberdoodle

“Were they updating their twitter accounts from the peloton? Don’t those stupid girls know that only LA and DP can tweet from the peloton without crashing? Amateurs.” -Queen B

“Who let these people have bikes anyways??” -SCR, my life coach and future wedding planner

“that should be easy for you, quadzilla.” -MC’s suggestion that I just lead the front of the pack (and not draft) to avoid crashes

Pics from the weekend can be found here.

body. building.

September 8, 2008

Don’t call me chicken legs anymore! After demonstrating Hulk-like strengths doing squats at the gym, I’m now referred to as ‘Quadzilla’.

Lance Armstrong’s comeback.. possibly dumber than Favre’s.

Email of the day:
From: Skybil
Subject: OK, it’s about time I start abusing your MBA
To: “Dana”

We need to start churning out the iphone applications. I have ideas, I’m just an idiot. This is where you come in. You on board??


QOTD: “If you ever want to make a training trip out to CO, you’ve got a place to crash anytime (crash as in sleep, not crash as in crash your bike).”

QOTD2: “‘My booty is stale.’ If I had Facebook, that would be my status.” -Kimlicious, in reference to her subpar tasting Pirate Booty snack

Also, I totally want a WALL-E. The twin was right: So happy, yet so heartwrenching.

quotable. classics.

July 17, 2008

my cycling manager at work:
“Your return to bike racing:

“we should send an email to the BC Cycling listserv — rally the troops … It should probably come from your email as opposed to mine, since I’m just that random law school girl and you’re, well, D ana P rey :)”
(she must be referring to my crash-tacular reputation)

Then again, I think she might just be using me:
“Just got your email to the listserv — a bit of brilliant copy yet again, Ms. MBA. You will be a corporate maverick, and I, as your in-house counsel, will gladly ride your coat tails all the way to the bank… and a new bike… and a new set of race wheels.”

Don’t call it a comeback!

The MLB All-Star game was here in New York this week. The parade was conveniently run down 6th Ave.

Ryne Sandberg (fave player ever), as seen from the office window.

@ Run Club tonight one of the Nike guys offered me a job as a pacer. Because I apparently, have impeccable timing. Spot on pace leading the 800m speedwork! Booya.

From The Twin: “Yesterday was butterstick’s 3rd bday!!! He got a popsicle. YUM.”

[Yes, I’m aware that this is from Butterstick’s 1st, not 3rd bday. But he’s way more cute here.]

Got tix to the Colbert Report for next week — I hope Stephen puts me on notice.

Having an unseasonably good hair day and nobody is around to appreciate. Sad. The soft curls are for nothing.

10 days til the half marathon..

weekend. wonder.

June 15, 2008

First it was the Yanks, now I can cross off the Mets from my to-do list. Sorta.

The new Citi Field is rising up in the outfield. Shea = not quite as a dump as Yankees stadium. But totally loses points for serving Pepsi. Bleh. Not to mention, as a die hard Braves (and Cubs) girl, there’s really just no way I can root for the Mets. Between that and my disdain for the Red Sox, I’m really not sure if that makes me a Yankees fan by default. Eek.

Anyway, last nite was Shea Stadium replica nite, where the first 25,000 fans received their limited edition stadium giveaway.

Not only did we manage to get an extra replica (three of us, four tix.. so I just entered twice), but we also found THREE more replicas just on the ground as we were walking down the ramps out of the stadium, which you may now freely bid for on eBay. Did I mention there was a torrential downpour? Yeah, so we left 45 min into the rain delay, which was a good call since the game was canceled shortly thereafter.

Today still had fluke rain (IE it was NOT in the forecast. Again.) After some ice coffee at SJP’s coffee shop, New York bagels (I’m addicted), and an $18 mani/pedi (yes, you heard me — $18!), I headed to Harlem for the Harlem Rocks cycling race. Sure, I could’ve raced in it, but I’ve been avoiding the bike since, oh, the Dartmouth disaster. And I suppose running 9 miles yesterday probably wouldn’t be the best race prep anyway.

Rock Racing is the loud and brash cycling team sponsored by Rock & Republic. (See Wiki). I do have to say, as a Ralph Lauren Rugby kind of girl, I’m loving the team’s kits and clothing.

Somewhat controversial cyclist Tyler Hamilton at the line for Rock Racing.

The pro race ended with a down to the wire finish, where the guy who won (Eric Barlevav, Time Pro Cycling) ended up crossing the line and then faceplanting at 40+ MPH. But he seemed alright and was happy with the win. I bet tomorrow will be a little less fun, once the adrenaline wears off.

My acclimation to New York is coming along nicely. Today I yelled at a guy who was asking me for a dollar for the subway because I was obviously on the phone (wishing daddy a happy day like the good daughter that I am) and that was annoying, which is only slightly better than the time that someone on the sidewalk asked me “Do you have time for the children?” to which I replied “No.”

I’ll be fine as long as I don’t get one of those New Yawk accents.

speed. bump.

April 28, 2008

Ever wonder what you would look like if you got run over by a bicycle.. twice?

Fortunately, I have a new friend that goes by the name of Vicodin. I figure by the end of the year I’ll be able to do a write-up for all things prescription narcotics.

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