Ride for the Missing - from 2016

Ride for the Missing - from 2016

I like to think that I’m a good story teller. In person, I mean. I like to tell a good story. I like to make people laugh and, well, I like to talk. Somehow though, when it comes to relating a great experience through writing, I seem to fall short 9 times out of 10. I’m going to give it one more try to see if I can get my percentages up a bit. When the story is done being told, I do hope I’ve communicated the magic of the day, but if I haven’t, you’re just going to have to join us next year to see it for yourself.

Here goes. As most of you know, Nick and I rode last Friday in the Ride for Missing Children. It’s a 100 mile ride that winds around the Rochester area – it’s a charity ride, not a race so the pace isn’t too crazy and everyone rides together. I thought I understood what that meant (and frankly, I wasn’t looking forward to riding in a huge group, but I get it now and we’ll get to that eventually), we all stick together, and ride around, right? Well, yes. What I didn’t understand was what 277 riders, all wearing pink and blue jerseys and lead by a police escort really looked like.

The day started early, we all gathered at some big sports place in East Rochester – there were bagels and other goodies to stock up on. They had guest speakers during the opening ceremony, one was a young girl; a survivor of sexual abuse. Her speech was moving and brave. She ended it by thanking everyone there for riding, for giving her and all the other kids like her a voice. It wasn’t yet 8am and I was already fighting back tears. I knew then that it was going to be a long day, but not because of the 100 miles.

We started off at the head of the group, close behind the police escort. It was a beautiful morning and I was psyched to spend the whole day with Nick by my side. We ride well together and no matter what, we always have fun. I hadn’t really thought about the logistics of it all, but not only were there police officers at the lead of the procession, they were everywhere, blocking off intersections, holding cars at side streets, and keeping the flow of traffic at bay so we never had to stop (I’m sorry if you were one of the drivers waylaid by our procession, but I’m sure it was a sight to behold). I was told by one of the shepherds that it takes a full 7 minutes for the whole group to stop – from the head of the line to the back – 7 minutes. The best part though about the escort were the policemen on motorcycles. They were zipping by the column of riders all day, like they were taking turns racing to the front.  It was like we were all in a video game and the motorcycles were asteroids or spaceships rushing past.

It was amazing too how many people were out to cheer us on. There were people standing on the sidewalks with signs, people cheering from their porches and front doors, people who stepped away from their desk at work to clap and give their own encouragement. We made stops every 20 or so miles to get off the bikes and get some food to refuel. Most of those stops were at schools. They had music blaring at each one (somehow every single one played that song “Geronimo” – now I know why Gabriel likes it so much, it’s a grade school staple) and some had organized cheers to perform, or songs to sing.

After one of these stops we ended up closer to the end of the pack. When we got out onto more open roads, we could see all the way up to the police motorcycles in front. It was a huge sea of pink. I can’t imagine the planning and organizing that must have gone into it all and though I was dubious of everyone riding in a pack at the beginning, I totally get why it’s done that way. 277 people on bikes is something to behold, and not easily forgotten.

The best part by far were the school loops we rode through. It was our first year, so I had no idea what to expect but I was blown away when we went through the first school. Kids and teachers were outside lined up on the sidewalk. They were cheering, and holding up signs that said things like “We believe in you” and “keep going, you can do it!” some even chanted “go riders go!” It’s hard to describe, but being there was remarkable and overwhelming. Each kid’s face reminded me of Gabriel and Sebastian and with every school, tears came fresh to my eyes. With all those kids, how many of them were victims of violence themselves? Certainly they were there too, cheering like all their friends; putting on a brave face for 277 strangers.

Nick and I will do everything we can to protect our boys growing up. It’s our job, and it’s the most important one we have. But what about all the other kids out there who don’t have someone looking out for them? I thought about those kids too when riding through those schools. Maybe it sounds idealistic and naïve, but I hope when they saw the army of pink riders come through that they felt, even for just a moment that they weren’t alone, that there are adults out there who care, who can be trusted and who want to help.

I could go on and on about our day – the silent ride through White Haven Memorial Park with soldiers standing at attention in dress uniforms, the high fives from the kids at each school, the Oreos at the snack stations. We ended the day with nearly 8hrs spent in the saddle. In 100 miles we passed through 9 schools, saw hundreds of kids, had 6 different law enforcement agencies helping out; I ate 2 chia donuts, 3 granola bars, 4 Oreos, a chickpea salad sandwich and drank 4 liters of phytosport hydrate. To say the day was epic would be an understatement but the accomplishment we felt when we were done was nothing compared to the knowledge that the money we raised will go into protecting the kids we met along the way. I can’t wait for next year! Who’s with me?

Step into the Arena

Step into the Arena

When 2017 came in I had a laundry list of things I wanted to accomplish. There are actual things, like physical goals that I’m working toward. And there are not so concrete things; things I’m trying to bring into my life to improve on it. Don’t we all start a new year that way? Sitting down and creating a mental (or physical) list of what we can do to feel more fulfilled, more connected, more alive? I bought a huge planner, I mapped out my goals for 1 month, 3 months, a year, 3 years etc. I broke those down into the most important goals and highlighted what I could do to get me to them. I put deadlines in place and started making lists of how to get there efficiently and quickly. I love lists, I live by them, but I also tend to get trapped by them and eventually bogged down by the sheer volume of stuff I want to accomplish on any given day. Sometimes I even let the list get in the way of what I really need to focus on.

So, here’s the thing: want to feel more fulfilled? More connected? More alive? Then just start living. There, done. Easy, right? Except it isn’t. I find myself making lists full of things that I know are simple so I can get the satisfaction of crossing them off.  Sure I get things done, but the real stuff doesn’t get touched. The real stuff is the hard stuff, the stuff I avoid because it’s difficult and I’m terrified. I’m terrified of what I’ll face when I finally choose to look. The problem is that we can’t get to the greatness of life without taking a good look at what scares us most.

So, find out what fears you hold onto that keep you from doing the things you want and do your damn best to move through them. Now, maybe I shouldn’t be the one preaching about moving past fear since I’m the biggest scaredy cat you’ve ever known, but maybe being scared makes me uniquely qualified to say f*ck fear. Holding onto it has done me no good and it’ll do you no good either.

Spring is on its way, now’s the time to come out from behind the big monsters we feed with our fear and step into the life we want.

I think I have time for it today, just let me check my planner…

Crossing the Finish Line

Crossing the Finish Line

Well, here we are, in our final week at the Swami. It’s been such a crazy ride. One full of joy and heartache. I want to take a minute to let you know what you’ve meant to us.

Dear Swami Riders,

Thank you. Thank you for riding with us, for stretching with us (Kate’s favorite part), for sweating with us and letting us get to know you. It has been an honor and a privilege serving you these past two years. You’ve laughed, gritted your teeth and pushed through some pretty tough rides – some of you even puked in our towels (or thought about puking in our towels). We’ve had so much fun watching your competitive spirit come out, and we’ve especially loved the shit talking. The occasional singing has been an added bonus. You’ve dragged your asses out of bed before the sun and put in your best before most other people have had their morning cup of coffee. You’ve shown us determination, power and strength. You’ve done it with grace and made it all so much fun for us – even those early mornings.

Though it has been a joy to see you in the studio, the real joy is seeing you out in our kit. Cycle Swami has been to an Iron Man in Maryland, Leadville in Colorado and Musselman in our very backyard - because you’ve taken us there. We’ve seen our colors at mountain bike races, at cyclocross races, on your leisurely Sunday rides around random lakes, and at a handful of triathlons, not to mention some crazy 100 milers. That has been the best part for us, to have ridden with you both in the studio and out, and to have had the pleasure of watching you cross that finish line.

Closing is a different finish line for us, one that has come upon us too fast and too soon. It’s one we hate to cross and we hope it isn’t the last one that we’ll get to cross with you.

Thank you for showing us your support, we will miss your faces, and your kindness, but not your sweaty towels.

See you on the road and remember to ride often and stretch always.

Lots of love,

Kate and Nick

2017: A Declaration

2017: A Declaration

Hello 2017,

Normally I wait until the end of the year to hash it out, but I’m feeling really serious about you, so I wanted to get off on the right foot. 2015 and 2016 were kind of a drag, so I’m expecting a lot out of you. We’re a few days in and I already know you’re going to be good. I’ve planned all my races and set all my goals. Thanks to 2015 and 2016, your less kind siblings, I’ve learned where I need work and where I kick ass. I’ve learned a ton more, but we’ve talked about that enough. I’m ready to move on.

I’m also ready to learn. To learn how to be a better parent, how to be a better teacher and practitioner. I’m ready to learn how to relax and take care of myself too. I’m ready to ask for help when I need it and I’m willing to admit that that doesn’t make me less capable, it just makes me human. This may be my biggest challenge in 2017, but, like I said, I’m ready.

When I look around on social media I notice a trend – I see more people standing up and stating undeniably that this year they will kick some ass. So, to those of you standing, I’m with you. Let’s collectively get our shit together and take back our lives. No more saying “tomorrow” or “I’ll do that when: I have more time, more resources, more money…” more, whatever. You fill in the blank, you know what’s holding you back. If you aren’t standing yet, but you’re flirting with the idea, ask yourself “why?” If there’s one thing I’ve learned since I’ve had kids is that time doesn’t slow down, it speeds its nasty self up. Each day that passes is a day lost and at some point you’re going to discover that there are more days behind you than in front. So, stand up. I’m with you.

Last year around this time I wrote this:

“In the hip world, they call it a tribe. Like-minded people going the same direction with the same intention. I really think to make it through the end of January and beyond with your resolutions (ahem, goals) intact, you need a tribe. You need the support of people willing to do what they can to help you succeed. You’re worth that. So, go out there and surround yourself with people who want to see you achieve your grandest plans, people who want to watch you soar to nose-bleed heights. Find people who are reaching for their own set of stars so you can find inspiration in each other when shit gets rough. Because you know it’s going to. It always does.”

I have never believed in this more than I do today. So, in light of all the divisive craziness that’s gone on in this country in the last few months, the least we can do is decide to stand together. So, I say it again: I’m with you.

Now let’s go kick some 2017 ass (sorry 2017, I mean this in the kindest way possible). Let's do it together. Because I’m ready. Are you?

Lots of love,


2016: A love letter

2016: A love letter

Dear 2016,

I had so much fun with you this year. Okay, not really. If 2015 was the year of near crippling self-doubt then you were the year of epic failure and outstanding achievement. You were not the worst on record (I still think 2015 takes the cake there), but you came close. You showed me rock bottom, but also allowed me to see that sometimes even when you’re all the way down there, you can look around and see the blessings that surround you and somehow still feel lucky. When there isn’t much left to lose, you get the rare opportunity to see what’s left and thankfully, what was left for me was what truly mattered.

I cried a lot of tears in the last 360 some odd days. I cried for the loss of people I didn’t know: Prince, Carrie Fisher, and Alan Rickman. I cried for the loss of those I did: my beloved violin teacher Laura, Nick’s Aunt Margie, my Uncle Mike, and most recently, Nick’s mom Joyce. I cried at the death of my biggest dream: Cycle Swami. But I also cried when I swam my first panic-free open water swim, when I crossed the finish line at my first triathlon and again when I finished my second one in a faster time than my first. I cried on our first century ride and I cried in the studio when I finished tough rides I thought I’d never be able to finish. If you haven’t guessed it yet, I’m a crier.

2016, you’ve taken a lot from all of us. You’ve taken our loved ones, you’ve nabbed our dreams and you’ve shaken our faith in humanity. You showed us that truth and justice don’t always prevail – sometimes the bad guy does win. In the same instant, you showed us that grace and humility still shine brightly and courage always trumps fear, even if it doesn’t seem so on the outside.

Sure you kicked my ass a bit 2016, but I can honestly say that as I wave goodbye to you, I’ve never been happier. Not because you’re finally ending your bloody reign, but because I’m actually happier. Sure, I’m not teaching yoga at Cycle Swami anymore, but I do have a sweet little space in my house – a space that is exactly what I dreamed it would be. Cozy, filled with natural light and with no goddamned brown carpet. It’s perfection wrapped in loveliness. Somehow, I’ve ended up exactly where I needed to be, I just needed to fail a bit (okay, a lot) to get there. And don’t we all? 2016, I’m not saying you’re a failure, I’d never do that, but I am saying that it seems we all need to fail a bit to recognize that our best plans may not be the ones that are actually meant to be.

So, 2016, thanks for showing me (rather roughly) how to get out of my own way. Without you, I would be stuck in the same place I was: with everything I thought I needed, but nothing I actually wanted.

Much love,