Yup, I'm back in the good ole USA. I missed it, but I also miss Spain. They are worlds apart. People, in general, seem to be so angry here in the states---and selfish. I'm amazed by it. Just the other day a few miles from my house, this man cut off another man while driving, and somebody got shot and killed over this. It was a 60-something year old man who shot and killed the other 40-something year old driver. How insane is that?!! Mr. ha-ha-got-you-for-cutting -me-off will be getting it up the ass for the rest of his dumbass life.
What is driving people to react this way? What happened to "I'm sorry"? How about "I was wrong"? Where have those sentiments gone?
It sucks for me being on my bicycle out on the roads because I'm left completely exposed. My 2nd day back here some moron in an SUV blared his horn at me and through a can of beer at me. The bastard missed thank goodness. Traffic was light, and he had plenty of room to pass, but I guess I just pissed him off because he had to share the road with a bicycle.
Boy, could I tell you some stories. This one time (at band camp---just kidding) a man stopped his pickup truck, waited for me to ride by, and swung a 2x4 at my head. He missed too because he was drunk off his ass. I just laughed at him as I rode by. Good thing for me that was enough fun for him and he drove on by. There are many stories like these. In general, however, people are nice around here, but it is the idiots that have finally made me take out a life insurance policy.
Last night I dreamt that I was shot point blank in the chest. I can't remember the circumstances, but I could feel the bullet, the pain, and my life slip away. It was weird. Any dream analyzers out there?

Yeah, so yesterday it was raining here in Mallorca. Some of the braver souls went out riding anyway. Being the oldest member of my team, I went with the arthritis excuse. No, really, I didn't go because of this nagging cold I've had.
So today we decide we are going to do a short 1-2 hour ride, and we will go easy----just turn the pedals over, my teammate says---just to spin my legs, another one concurs---just goin' toodlin' , another one adds--- because it is rather chilly out, but at least it's dry. The first and last thing aforementioned did not last very long.
Two Dutch dudes who we've been socializing with decided to take the lead out of town. We were fucking redlined as soon as we left the hotel!! Of course none of us would back down, though, being the hardheaded fools that we are. Eventually, we HAD to slow down a bit; it was getting ridiculous. LOL!! One dude went his own way, but another stayed back with us because, well he's got a little love interest on our team.
We wind through the narrow bike roads, and the pace is okay. It's not ballistic, but it isn't anything remotely CLOSE to a leisurely pace either. The wind is blowing, and rain is up ahead. We all see it but pedal onward AGAIN reflecting both our stubbornness and perhaps borderline stupidity.
For some reason the pace picks up throughout the day. We're rolling along at over 30mph at times. Our tongues are dragging the ground. Our legs are toast, our asses are sore; we are blown, yet we CONTINUE to show only our poker faces. Mind you, by this time we are soaked to the bone and getting blown all over the road.
We decide that we are badasses, and this is the most epic ride EVER.
When we finally arrive at the hotel we have been out for 4 hours and logged over 75 miles. We look at each other with great satisfaction and realize that perhaps we are somewhat insane in our own little way. We laugh out loud at this possibility, and we thank each other for the incredible ride.

I understand there's some discussion on www.sisterstalk.com regarding pictures of me on my site. Some people like them, and some people are upset that I have to "lower myself" with pictures (or something like that). I chose to make my website different because I AM different, and I like that. People can only take so much of sports stats. In my opinion, websites are there, so you can explore the "real" person. My website is real---about me---not just about my races and my training.
The website was set up, so people could get to know me. It is my way of keeping in touch, and it is a way for others to keep in touch as well. We like putting different kinds of pictures on there because they themselves speak volumes. They are my way of reaching out to you.
There is a good point to be made; however, regarding the sad reality that women athletes are rarely recognized for their talent as much as they are their looks, and the ONLY reason Dennis Rodman, by the way, has made so much money is NOT because he is good but because he is a FREAK! I admire his talent, and surely he would have made an ample amount of money with that talent but not near as much as he has by being a freak. Think about that one. I am not saying that athletes do stuff JUST to get noticed (although some of them do). I'm saying that something which stands out is usually what gets you noticed whether it be an awesome or unusual performance, a beautiful body, a tattoo, a piercing, etc. Take Tyler Hamilton at last year's Tour de France. He finished 4th, remember? No, probably not, but he finished 4th WITH a broken collar bone. THAT'S what put him on posters. THAT'S what made headlines and THAT'S what earned him some extra cash.
People should not ridicule Anna Kournikova, for instance, for using what she has to get what she wants. She has never won a tennis tournament, yet she makes millions a year in endorsements because she is beautiful. Does it means she has lowered herself because she models? No. You cannot fault her for this. She loves tennis and enjoys modeling, and she has made an illustrious career for herself. People like what they see. You can't fault beauty.
Being upset with physically gifted people is like being upset with beautiful architecture or beautiful paintings or anything beautiful. Human beings are visually stimulated people. We love to look at beautiful things. It IS the way it is. Are you any different?
Do not take my previous statements as to mean that if one is not beautiful then all is lost. I truly believe that all people (sorry about the cliche) are beautiful in their own way. Some are just more physically beautiful. That's just the way it is. It doesn't mean they are better even though some people may treat them as such, and they themselves may think as such.
Now, as far as my pictures go-----it has been more of a test to see what people like, and we (the people I work with) decided to throw some different types of pictures out there. In addition, when these pictures are sold the photographers get their name out there, so it's not all about me. Photographers ask to photograph me for various projects etc. Some of these go on my site to get them exposure. I do not consider myself a hottie; although, other people seem to think so, and I appreciate that (thank you). We put pictures up so that people can see me in different lights so to speak. I am allowing people to live vicariously through me if they so desire. I am letting you inside. It's not about selling sex; although, if that's what people get out of the pictures then so be it; it is THEIR picture to enjoy.
Through my pictures you can see me evolve. You can see my different hairstyles, my different moods, just me. That's all.
By the way, I am sincerely sorry for the lost opportunities that some female athletes have because they don't seem to appeal to the mass public. However, not posting pictures of myself for viewing and/or purchase will not solve that problem.
My websites are celebratory; the last thing I want to do is offend people or give them the impression that I'm some sort of a sellout. Anyone who knows me knows that isn't the case. Get to know me. Give me a hug if you ever see me. Say "hi" to me. I'd love all of that. I'm out there for you.

Still in Spain training hard. Rode for 6.5 hours yesterday in the mountains, and today I rode 6 hours. I have had a head cold the past few days, and itīs turned into a chest cold. I must rest a bit tomorrow. This astonishingly beautiful red headed German who lives in Holland has ridden with us (my team) a couple of times. We rode together yesterday. From the first time I saw her I couldnīt take my eyes off of her. Sheīs about 5 feet 10 inches and perfectly shaped! Her eyes, her hair, her breasts...
She caught my eye each time she came down for breakfast and dinner. Each time I noticed her thong delicately peeking out from beneath the back of her blue jeans. Each time I noticed the confident walk, her hips moving with each step. Each time I wondered what it would be like to make love to her...
We spoke often, and I had to keep my self from staring at her. I wanted to smell her hair. I wanted to kiss the nape of her neck. I wanted to taste her lips.
I went to her room last night. It was a bit awkward. It was one of those if-I make-the-first-move-then- it-will-happen type of situations, and I just didnīt have the gumption to do it! I knew I had punished her on the ride, and I had to get some rest, and I was sick... She gave me that look when I told her "goodnight" as if to say, "Please stay with me." I walked away feeling like Iīd missed out, but I also knew that it could have turned out differently had I really wanted it to. Itīs all about choices.
My teammates noticed the next evening when she hugged me goodbye (she went back to Holland) that it was a very touchy feely long hug. They told me it looked like she didnīt want to let me go. I told them it felt that way too. I feel happy in my heart because she wonīt forget me, and I wonīt forget her. Itīs a satisfying feeling, you know?

Hey peeps!! Thanks for checkinīme out! Went for an 81 mile today but didnīt bring enough food. In addition, went out for a teammateīs birthday last night, so I didnīt recover properly from YESTERDAYīS ride. Itīs all about rest and recovery when not riding. Anyway, what happens when my sugar gets low is that I get really sleepy on the bike, and I take really long blinks of the eyelids. In addition, I canīt focus very well (my mind wanders). The number one food for the brain is sugar. Without it, the brain is useless. So, I just got behind one of my teammates and tried to focus on her wheel. The other bad thing about sugar low is decreased reaction time. Almost hit a kid, a dog, and a car!! Made it home safe and immediately ate hard candies. Felt better. Consumed some honey and nuts. Felt better. Itīs all good now. Had a big dinner. Have some campers in from the states wanting to learn how to cycle better and to enjoy Spain for the week so will be showing them the ropes. I enjoy doing that. They seem like a happy fun group. Looking forward to riding with them. Havenīt done anything spectacularly interesting as of late. I did laugh and spew EmergenC (those fizzy crystals you put into water----lots of vitamin C) out of my nose. That burnt like hell! Enjoying the Spanish women. You know, just stuff like that...

Whas up yaīll!? Yup, yup. Over here in Mallorca, Spain training with my new cycling team, TDS. I had to take some time off from running due to a chronic Achilles tendon injury. Dammit! Iīm gettinīold, yaīll.
Okay, so anyway, my team and I have been putting in the miles. We usually ride around 400 miles in 5 days. We take 2 days off to putz around the island. We are staying in a hotel in S'Arenal which is rated the top beach in all of Mallorca. The city of Palma is only minutes away. Supposedly, itīs a top vacation destination spot for many gays and lesbians. Iīm going to check out their gay/lesbian district soon.
There are many caves and coves tucked around this beautiful island. One day we toured a cave. They said you could walk it or ride in a gondola boat. Of course, we wanted to ride in the boat! Okay, hello!!! We got in this boat, and the dude rowed us about 100 meters IF that. Then we had to get out and walk the rest of the way. Is that misrepresentation or what? We were laughing our asses off. Some boat ride. Anyway, it was still cooler than shit in there. The underground lake was crystal, and I mean crystal, clear.
Itīs funny seeing my teammates and I walk around because we automatically fall into this 2 by 2 pattern which is exactly the same we ride! What a bunch of goobs!!
We spend so much time on the bike that pretty much the rest of our life is spent recovering from and recovering for the next ride. It sounds tedious, and I guess it is at times, but the rewards are endless. Iīve met so many wonderful people and seen so many specatacular places. Plus, Iīve won races, and that shit right there is VERY cool. Thereīs nothing like breaking the tape. Iīm here to tell you.