The Little Filthy: Little Man’s First Race

The Filthy 50 events did NOT disappoint. I got to race with my 8yo for the first time, and we encountered many of the fun and scary things that often happen on gravel rides.



I’m determined to keep pushing myself forward and not letting suggested limitations or timelines hold me back. I will listen to and respect my body but push when I am able, but now is not the time to give up. I’m just getting started.


“Interesting,” I thought, “my left big toe feels a little tingly. Hmmmm. Well, it’s cold outside, maybe I’m just cold? Yeah, I’m just cold…”

Falling into Place

I’m at that place in recovery where I don’t hit “major milestones” every three days like I did closer to surgery. Things are going well, but I miss the constant excitement of achieving something new multiple times a week, so I decided to rectify that situation. I’ve got a lot of irons in the fire and I’m feeling good about things.

The War in my Head

I’ve been in my head a lot lately during my recovery process, and one of the things that struck me hard today was that often, how I feel about a situation is decided by my vantage point, not the actual facts about the situation.