2018 Metasprint Duathlon

The YPO Global Leadership Conference (GLC)/EDGE brought Debbie and me to Singapore for the second time. We were last here in 2012, when the event was last held in Asia. It’s typical when we travel for us to look for an event to do.


On prior conference trips, we have done the Cape Town Cycle Tour and the Six Foot Track Marathon. The last time we were in Singapore, Debbie ran a 10K road race. This year, she opted for multisport. Today she did the Metasprint Duathlon.


She had never ridden a true road bike, so we rented a Merida (Shimano Ultegra drivetrain/Mavic wheelset) from a local bike shop, on the recommendation of our friend, Tim Cosulich. The day before the race, a bellman delivered the bike to our room at the Marina Bay Sands. I’ve never had a bike delivered to my hotel room before! On Saturday, I rented an ofo city bike and rode with her, giving her some pointers on how to handle the bike, how to corner, how to shift, how to dismount/remount, and other tricks.


Today, she did her first road duathlon and it was a lot of fun. I was planning to do this race too, but the broken leg I suffered at the USA Cyclo-Cross National Championships in January has been a setback. I only ditched my crutches a week before our trip and have been increasing my workload each day. On this trip, I’ve hiked, swam, and now ridden outside to go along with my daily stretching/strengthening regimen. However, I can’t run and don’t plan to for several more months.


In contrast, Debbie is in good shape right now, and building towards her first ultra of the year, the Mt. Tammany 40 Miler in the Delaware Water Gap in two weeks. Today’s race was over in 66 minutes, which is considered a sprint especially for her. She had a great result, finishing second in the 40-44 age group. The format was a 3 kilometer run/18 kilometer bike/3 kilometer run.


The run course was a narrow loop along the Kallang River, finishing on the bike path before it reached the transition area. The bike loop was also narrow with a few turnarounds, but at least it was on completely closed roads. Both were dead flat, given that Singapore is a low-lying island with no real elevation. Part of the course is shared with the Formula 1 Singapore Grand Prix course.


Tim raced in the Elite Men field. He is a talented triathlete and won the Aquathlon which kicked off the Metasprint Series last month. The trilogy completes in April with a sprint triathlon and he should be favored with his strong swimming ability. He was busy with the YPO conference all week and out late at night (like us), but he managed fifth overall and fourth in the tough 35-39 age group.


We had a momentary scare last night when Debbie was organizing her gear and reading the race materials on-line. She found a page where it said that packet pickup was last Tuesday (in person) and that there was “strictly” no day of race bib number pickup. This concerned her because she hadn’t received any confirmation emails or race instructions, though she did find her name listed with the starters. She slept restlessly, but was relieved when we arrived at the venue and there was an area for Overseas Athlete Kit Collection. No sweat. She submitted her medical form and she was ready to go.


The weather in Singapore is pretty much the same year round. It rarely dips below 74 degrees Fahrenheit and day time temperatures usually reach the high 80’s. The humidity is omnipresent and typically in the 70% range like today. At 6:30 A.M. when the first wave went off, we were already soaking in sweat…and the sun hadn’t even come up yet.


Debbie had a really good race. Her only problem was a rookie mistake. She was leading her wave after the first run, but entering transition, she couldn’t remember where she racked her bike. The racks were numbered, but in her mind, she transposed her bib number. She thought it was 1828 instead of 1282. She had placed her bike in transition when it was dark and when there were few other bikes in the rack, but in the race, this led to confusion and cost her 30 seconds as she searched to find it.


Aside from that, things went smoothly. If she does this again, she will have to learn how to use aero bars, since they make a big difference. She much prefers the trails and XTERRA style races, so her road duathlon/triathlon days may be infrequent. Time will tell. We are already thinking about our next foreign adventure. The YPO conference returns to Cape Town in 2019.

Race Results

Lantau Trail Hike–Hong Kong

Our Lantau Trail hike in Hong Kong turned out to be the first big test of my leg. In classic Livingston Family fashion, Debbie and I underestimated the difficulty of this route.

Screen Shot 2018-03-03 at 8.43.03 AM

Our day hike turned into a grand adventure with a fair amount of suffering, just like old times. We eased into our first full day in Hong Kong. Debbie went for a run to The Peak, while I spun on the stationary bike at the hotel gym, and then swam for 30 minutes in the outdoor pool.


We had a late breakfast, and then after reading email and catching up on the news back home, we meandered down to the piers. We took a 12:30 P.M. ferry to Mui Wo on Lantau Island. The intention was to do a three-hour leisurely hike. We knew the terrain was hilly, but we didn’t expect it to be so rough. We arrived in Mui Wo after the 50 minute trip, and then took a taxi to the Nam Shan trailhead. By the time we got moving, it was nearly 2:00 P.M. The sun sets around 6:30 P.M., but we never thought we would be chasing daylight.



I brought a headlamp on this trip, but left it at the hotel room. I’ll save the suspense: we didn’t need it, but it would have been a prudent safety measure to have it, especially since my iPhone battery died. Debbie’s phone was fine, and in a real pinch, we would have used the flashlight feature, but that would have been pushing it.



It was warmer and more humid than expected. We had a few bottles of water, but that proved to be inadequate to fully satiate our thirst. The hike ended up being 8.25 miles, but when you factor walking to the pier and then home from the train station, it ended up being a 12 plus mile day, which was hard on my legs (both of them). It was time for a test on my left one, 10 days after ditching my crutches.



I followed the doctor’s orders and didn’t fall, but I’m sure this is not the kind of walking he had in mind. It wasn’t just the broken fibula that slowed me, but my overall level of fitness. I hadn’t hiked in six months since before cyclocross season started. My legs didn’t fail me, but they came close. Over the course of four hours, the Lantau Trail basically went up, down, up, and down again. On our route, there were two major climbs. The first was up Sunset Peak, and the second was Lantau Peak.


We skirted the true peak of 869 meter (2,851 feet) Sunset and avoided a side trail that would have required us to backtrack, but the Lantau Trail went right over the top of 934 meter (3,064 feet) Lantau, which is pretty impressive considering that we arrived on a ferry!


The fog and smog were intense. Hong Kong Island and Lantau Island are known for their bad air quality. I’ve got nothing to compare this with, but it was pretty bad. This limited the views, which would have been spectacular on a clear day. We still enjoyed the trail. We saw a handful of people, but it was generally pretty quiet, especially high up. We saw some backpackers heading up for overnights, but most people were out for the day.


The TransLantau ultra (25K, 50K, 100K) was on Saturday and the course was already marked on Friday. Sadly, we didn’t hear about this race until it was sold out. Prior to our trip, Debbie inquired about race entry, but the event was full. That’s OK. It would have been fun, especially now after seeing the terrain, but she accepted the circumstances and now we have a reason to come back. She would have been happy to do the 50K. The 100K would probably have been much since she hasn’t done an ultra since Hardrock last July. Plus the race started at 11:30 P.M. on Saturday and wouldn’t have been over before our next flight. She has had a long stretch of “time off,” but is gearing up for Mt. Tammany 40 Miler in March, and Traprock 50K in April. She has other races planned during the summer including the North Face 50 in Massachusetts in June, the Vermont 100K in July, and the Ragged Mountain 50K in August. After that, it’s a bit up in the air, but she plans to ride the Vermont 50 again.


The TransLantau is rugged. We saw the trail up close yesterday. The most impressive feature was the stone steps. There were thousands of them. The rock work/trail maintenance was awesome. The stones were perfectly placed and went up the steep gradients in both directions. Navigating them on reduced power and a damaged leg was incredibly hard.


When we got to the road crossing between the peaks, we tried to take a bus (shortcut) but couldn’t figure it out. The first bus that came was the wrong one, so at my behest, we stubbornly pushed on. On the climb to Lantau Peak, I regretted the decision and mumbled about leaving the headlamp at the hotel. I kept checking my watch as we made painfully slow progress up the steps. Our goal was to reach the Big Buddha at the remote Po Lin Monastery. A friend had described the route and given us some basic info, but his estimated times factored in some running. We were only walking, so it took a lot longer than expected.


The climb up Lantau Peak was brutal, but the descent was even worse. My legs were shaking and I had to stop multiple times. I had to avoid a fall at all cost. The steps and gradient were very similar to the White Mountains of New Hampshire. Both climbs ended up being about 2,000 feet of climbing for a total of 4,291 feet of elevation gain based on Debbie’s Suunto GPS data. It was the 4,000+ feet of descending that killed me.


Seeing the Tian Tan Buddha at the end of the trail was worth every painful step. It couldn’t have been planned better. We got here just before sunset. Unfortunately, the steps to the Buddha had closed an hour before we arrived at dusk, but he was lit up in all his glory. We heard “buzzing” from a kilometer a way, and it turned out to be two drones, controlled by photographers in the square.


Just past the Buddha was a tourist village, but all of the shops were closed. So too was the funicular that came up the hillside from Tung Chung. One last store was just about to close, but we stopped and bought two bottles of water, grape juice, and coconut milk.


The drone pilots were two of a handful of tourists left visiting the monastery. In addition to the photographers, there were quite a few wild dogs, which didn’t make Debbie happy. At one point, there were three of them surrounding her, and she shooed them away. If the dogs weren’t wild enough, there were half a dozen cows wandering around the square and nosing through the garbage cans. A couple of them just plopped themselves down in the middle of the bus parking lot. Street signs warned of their presence. We wandered around the village looking for transportation information. We eventually found the bus terminal and the attendant said that one more bus was coming at 7:20 P.M.

He pointed us in the right direction and 20 minutes later, we were on our winding way down the mountain to Tung Chung. There, we found the train station and an hour later, we made our way back to Hong Kong Island. The train goes under the water to Kowloon on the mainland, and then under the harbor to Central Station. We walked from the station back to our hotel, washed up, and went straight to bed. It was a long and fun day.


I’m making progress with my recovery after my broken leg (fibula). It’s been seven weeks since I crashed out of the singlespeed race at the USA Cycling Cyclo-Cross National Championships.


I’ve gone from no boot, to a boot, to a cast, back to a boot, and now no boot. I would say that the first part of my recovery has been good, but a full recovery and “pain-free” status is months away.

This past Tuesday, I returned to the orthopedic doctor and got an updated x-ray that showed the “callous” forming around the break. The “crack” is still clearly visible, but the material formed around the sides of it are a natural stabilizer. The persistent pain and discomfort is partially due to all the soft tissue damage that occurred during the impact/crash, and also as a result of the pressure from the callus.


I stayed off my feet, using crutches, for nearly six weeks. The combination of the boot and the crutches was causing all kinds of other issues, including back pain, IT band pain, and frustration. So, when it felt like I could put weight on my leg, I started walking. That was about 10 days ago. During my layoff, I shortened my work days and did a lot of work remotely via computer and phone. As for exercise, I maintained a simple strength,  stretching, and Yoga routine that saw me doing 25-35 minutes a day of floor activity.

Subsequent to starting walking without the crutches, I’ve swam a few times, and spun on the indoor bicycle a few times. I’ve returned to “normal” days, which for me, means being on the go for 12 hours at a clip. In the first week, I was completely knackered at the end of the day, but I am starting to regain some strength and stamina.


The last two months have been rough, but I’ve also learned a lot. I withdrew from the Metasprint Duathlon, the Mt. Tammany 40 Mile Trail Race, the Traprock 50K, and the Rasputitsa Spring Classic. I’m going to ease my way back to full strength and focus on swimming and easy riding. One of the benefits of the situation is that I will “reset” and go back to building my fitness base.

When I return from my trip, the time will have changed, and I’ll begin commuting to work. I’m going to be cautious about mountain biking, likely avoiding it for a few more months. I have no plan or desire to run. I’ll be happy if I can run by August. It may be sooner, but I’m in no rush. I only want to be ready to go for cyclocross in September, and if I’m not hitting my stride until November, that’s fine because it is a long season and my main goal is to redeem myself at the second 2018 Cyclo-Cross National Championships in Louisville in mid-December.


Everyone in my family, at work, and in my various networks has been super helpful. I’ve gotten some great tips and shared experiences from many of my athlete friends. My broken shoulder felt more traumatic at the time of the injury, but it as turned out to be a lot less significant than this broken leg. The immobility challenge, the lingering effects, and the fact that it sets back everything; biking, running, swimming, and even walking, means that it is worse.

Others have suffered far more debilitating injuries, including double fractures, compound fractures, and breaks requiring surgery. In that regard, I’m fortunate. Factor in that the fibula is a small bone that isn’t used for primary weight-bearing, but rather for stabilization and support. This means that I have to move it to get the muscle and tendons to begin their healing process. Folks with a similar injury have told me that the pain lingers and that there is a potential for setbacks if you re-injure the leg.

The doctor said I could walk, spin, and swim. The spinning includes riding outside, but easily and on the road or smooth surfaces. I haven’t ridden outside yet, but plan to do so in mid-March.

The most challenging aspect of this injury has been the mental challenge. I went from being at peak fitness to being hurt, in an instant. My original January/February plan was to return from Reno, rest, recover, and then reset my base before I started running more in advance of the duathlon and the two trail ultras. Debbie is still doing these races, so I have to support her while missing out on the fun. I also missed a trip to Nicaragua and several important meetings. My Asia trip has also been significantly impacted. During this entire struggle, I’ve had the type of daily chronic pain that I’ve never had before. All of this has forced me to summon mental strength of a different sort. I feel like I’ve handled this OK. I have been mindful that my two children are witness to my setback and how I handle it is a lesson for them. I would want them to persevere, so that is why I’ve pushed on and maintained a positive attitude.

NAHBS & Bicycle Talk

Bicycles are always on my mind. Last week, I returned to the UConn campus in Storrs, Connecticut to take part in another live interview on the Bicycle Talk show on WHUS. I was joined by my Horst Engineering colleague Arthur Roti, and had fun in an hour long discussion with host Ron Manizza, and his co-host, Fran Storch.


This was Episode 85. You can also find the Bicycle Talk Podcast archive on iTunes. I was also on Episode 35 back in April 2017.


Bicycle Talk covers bicycle culture, bicycle Advocacy, upcoming cycling news and all kinds of other interesting bicycle related topics. Ron has been around bikes his entire career. He owned Rainbow Cycles in Willimantic and has been a bicycle manufacturers’ representative for more than 20 years. He is also the Race Director of the Riverfront Cyclocross, and the Mansfield Hollow Cyclocross. The latter is one of the oldest cross races in New England.


We had a lot of fun. After “Ron’s Rant of the Week,” we talked about kids and cycling, the 2018 Cyclocross Nats, the Team Horst Junior Squad, CCAP, Cyclocross Worlds, and other fun bike stuff.


Ron and Fran have had some great guests on the program and they are doing a service for everyone in the bicycle community. I can think of at least 100 other people who would make great guests on the program. Bicycle Talk won’t run out of topics.


The North American Handmade Bicycle Show (NAHBS) was at the Connecticut Convention Center in Hartford. This was the first time in the show’s 14 year history, that it has been in New England.


Our family joined other members of Team Horst Sports and the Team Horst Junior Squad  at the event. We saw so many other friends. I didn’t take many pictures. There are so many great photos from NAHBS on the Internet. Just search around. Follow their Instagram or Facebook feeds, and you will see some of the finest bicycle craftsmanship in the world.


I’m still hobbling around from my Reno CX Nats crash, so I didn’t cover a whole lot of ground at the convention center. I saw some good stuff, but if I was feeling better, I would have taken in the whole experience. Horst Engineering had a small presence at the show. We have a fun collaboration with our friend, Richard Sachs, the noted Connecticut bicycle frame builder. We helped him produce the Richard Sachs Seat Lug Survival Kit, also in partnership with SILCA and NixFrixShun.


Several of Richard’s kits were on display in the SILCA booth. Also, our friends from Victus Coffee were doing a bang up job, serving customers from their brand new mobile trailer. Victus sponsors Team Horst Sports, and they had our Cross Spikes display at the show.


After the show, we went to the Arch Street Tavern for the Hartford Bike Party hosted by the CCAP. This was a lot of fun. We hung out and participated in the raffle benefitting CCAP. We didn’t score any of the prizes, but again, saw a lot of friends. Richard Fries did a fine job as at the Master of Ceremony, and our daughter, Dahlia was his sidekick.


I’ll be interested to hear how this version of NAHBS compared with past years. Was the attendance on par? Did it meet expectations? I hope the show returns to New England when I’m not using crutches. If not, I’ll seek out NAHBS in a future city. This was my first time attending the show, but it has always been a bucket list item. It was good for Hartford that it was here in 2018.

Final Results: 2017 Connecticut Blue-Blazed Trail Running Series

2017 was another great year for the Connecticut trail running community. For the fourth year in a row, some of our best individual trail running races came together to form the Connecticut Blue-Blazed Trail Running Series. Debbie and I envisioned this years ago, and in 2014, we kicked it off. The New England Grand Tree Trail Running Series will always be the standard-bearer for trail running in New England, and we view the CT series as a compliment. A handful of the races are in both series.

I wrote this paragraph in my 2014 report, and not much has changed. If anything, it’s even more true now:

The Grand Tree was the series to run, long before this current trail running boom cluttered the calendar with other events in the region. The growth of the sport is fantastic, but it has been problematic for many of the long time/old school trail races in New England. The surge in ultrarunning has also left many of the mid-distance races in the dust, as participation levels at some events have dropped dramatically. Overall participation in the Grand Tree Series has risen at the individual level, but the number of people doing multiple races (you need to run six to qualify for the series standings) has dropped. People want to go short or long and not as often in between.


In 2018, the Grand Tree will be returning to its roots with fewer races, a focus on the old school low cost races, and those geared towards beginners. Rob Higley, the longtime WMAC and Grand Tree Series Webmaster shared these thoughts:

I’ve made a couple of changes to the Grand Tree for 2018. The series originated in part to provide beginning trail racers an introduction to races farther from home or of differing distance or character, and by inclusion in the series to help new trail races become established.

To steer the series more towards its earlier character, with a greater proportion of races that are easy to enter in terms of cost or need to register far in advance, 

The second change to the Grand Tree for 2018 is that in the future anyone who runs at least six races of the current season will be invited to join an email list whose members decide the next year’s list of Grand Tree races.

These sound like positive changes to keep up with the shifting dynamics of trail running in the Northeast.

In Connecticut, the Blue-Blazed Trail Running Series has various distances for a wide variety of fitness levels and is very family friendly.

2018 Blue-Blazed Trail Running Series Schedule
Date Race Distance Info
4/14/18 Traprock 50K/17K https://www.traprock50.com/ 
5/20/18 Soapstone Mt. Trail Races 24K/6K www.shenipsitstriders.org
6/3/18 Goodwin Forest 10K/30K www.friendsofgoodwinforest.org
6/10/18 Nipmuck South 22.7K www.shenipsitstriders.org
7/29/18 Soapstone Assault 8.9K www.shenipsitstriders.org
8/4/18 People’s Forest 12.1K www.greystoneracing.net
September TBD Run for the Woods 10K/5K www.ctwoodlands.org/runforthewoods
9/16/18 Trails to a Cure/Cockaponsett 12.9K www.snerro.com
9/30/18 NipMuck Trail Marathon 42.5K www.shenipsitstriders.org
10/21/18 Bimbler’s Bluff 50K www.bimblersbluff.com

I ran five of the BBTRS races in 2017. I did the Soapstone Mountain Trail Race, of which Debbie is the Race Director. I did the short course at the Goodwin Forest Trail Runs. I did the Soapstone Assault and the People’s Forest Trail Race. Then, I did the Trails for a Cure/Cockaponsett Trail Race short course with Dahlia.


I did two Grand Tree races outside of Connecticut, the Mt. Greylock Trail Race and the Monroe Dunbar Brook Trail Race (the short course with Dahlia). In the 2000-2010 timeframe Debbie and I often averaged more than a dozen Grand Tree races per year. Now that Shepard and Dahlia are running with us, we have returned to doing more of the short races. I’ve also been riding more and running less.

In the BBTRS, there were 14 events (between the 10 races) in 2017, ranging in distance from 5 kilometers (3.1 miles) to 50 kilometers (31 miles). All of the events added up to 187 miles. 944 unique runners competed in at least one race – 343 Female and 601 Male. The total participants were down a bit from prior years, but the total mileage is still impressive. 18,556 total miles were run – 5,731 miles by women, and 12,825 miles by men.


The overall women’s title went to Colleen Malone-Singer. She finished seven of the races for a total of 98 miles and won her age group at Nipmuck South and Run for the Woods. The men’s title went to Stefan Rodriguez. He finished nine events, had one overall win at the Soapstone Assault, and three age group wins at Traprock 17K, Goodwin Forest 10K, and Run for the Woods 10K. He ran a total of 112 miles in series races.

Congratulations to Colleen and Stefan.

The Shenipsit Striders have been very generous to the Connecticut Forest & Park Association, contributing proceeds from all of our race, including Soapstone and NipMuck. Many people don’t realize that CFPA is a 501(c)3 not-for-profit organization. CFPA is not a state agency. If it wasn’t for CFPA, their volunteers, and donors; more than 825 miles of Blue-Blazed Hiking Trails may not exist. CFPA’s advocacy is legendary and whether you support CFPA or some other local trails .org, you should keep these trail maintainers in your thoughts. Our parks and trails depend on them. Debbie and I are longtime supporters of CFPA, I am on the Board of Directors, and we always felt that a trail series would help raise awareness and funds for our cherished trails.


The Shenipsit Striders philanthropy has inspired others, including the Traprock 50K, to bestow their generosity on CFPA. Thank you to Dominic Wilson who calculated all the scores. He also made the cool awards that were presented to Colleen and Stefan at the Shenipsit Striders year-end party, which we held earlier this month.


Look for both the WMAC and CFPA websites to be updated with full 2018 details soon.

Click here for the 2017 Men’s Results

Click here for the 2017 Women’s Results

Crash! Part Deux: My 2018 USA Cyclo-Cross National Championships Story

Well, the diagnosis is in. Sometimes, thing just don’t go as planned.


I broke my leg.


It’s a clean break of the fibula, also known as the calf bone. It happened about five or six minutes after 3:00 P.M. Pacific Time on Saturday afternoon in the singlespeed race at the USA Cycling Cyclo-Cross National Championships in Reno, Nevada. This was first diagnosed on Monday afternoon at the UConn Health sports medicine clinic in Storrs. It was confirmed today when I returned for another X-Ray, and to get a cast put on.


I fell on the dreaded off-camber hill on the back side of the Reno course. I’ve replayed that moment in my head, and I still can’t figure out exactly what happened. I’ve pieced together a probable explanation using my memory, some video, and the analysis of the orthopedic doctor. There was heavy traffic in the field of 135 riders, which was the largest of the week. The course was in rough shape after week full of racing, and because it was the last race of the day. I was tired after a week of travel, promoting Cross Spikes™, and racing in the Masters 45-49 Championship, but I only needed to get through one more event. It was the 25th of the season, the most in my 20 year cyclocross career. The singlespeed race was the last non-UCI amateur race of the week and before the Sunday UCI level elite races. The hill had dried out and was very slick with lots of loose rock. I started in the fifth row and was running around 45th at the time of the crash. I’m not a great bike handler, but I’m also not terrible. I wasn’t intimidated by the course, and had been around it more than a dozen times, but I made a mistake, and it cost me.

Screen Shot 2018-01-16 at 6.11.00 PM

Screen Shot 2018-01-16 at 6.24.29 PM

I’ve watched this Instagram video captured by @jarednieters that shows the crash, and replayed it numerous times. If you want to see an overview of the singlespeed race with highlights including the start, sand pit, and off-camber mayhem, then check out this CXHAIRS clip. video focuses on the off-camber carnage. The still photos are screen shots from @jarednieters’ video.

Screen Shot 2018-01-16 at 6.15.25 PM

Screen Shot 2018-01-16 at 6.11.14 PM

He panned away for a split second at a critical moment during my fall and the perspective is from the right side of the course, so it’s hard to tell exactly what happened to my left leg. After reviewing my X-Ray’s and manipulating my leg, the doctor thinks that it was blunt force that caused the break and not a twisting action. My guess is that I had my leg out for balance and support, and when my rear wheel kicked out, I planted my foot and it got jammed on the ground or smashed against the hillside, and/or against the course stake. Whatever I collided with, forced me back and I fell backwards on the steep downward facing slope. My bike ended up pointing in the opposite direction.

Screen Shot 2018-01-16 at 6.11.29 PM

Screen Shot 2018-01-16 at 6.11.43 PM

As soon as my leg impacted, I knew something was wrong. It felt like everything in my calf just got yanked like the worst muscle pull ever, but it wasn’t a cramp. I know that feeling all too well and that is quite different. Judging by the reaction of the crowd, it was an ugly and awkward crash despite the relatively low-speed.

I sprung up because there was a line of riders behind me. My response was to grab my bike, start pushing, and remount without losing much time. I’ve crashed a lot and that surge of adrenaline is usually all you need to get going again. My problem was that this time, something was different. The pain in my leg/foot was intense, and I could barely move. A gap opened up between me and the riders in front. Several other guys took the low line to get around the traffic jam that I caused. I didn’t notice the cuts on my right arm or the scratches on my back.

Screen Shot 2018-01-16 at 6.12.09 PM

As soon as I remounted, I realized that I had no strength and the pain was excruciating. I was blocking riders, but I thought I could just get going again. I was sorry to hold them up. Eventually, I was able to make some forward progress. I got my right foot clipped back into my pedal as I approached the super-steep S turn descent, and either I got my left foot in the pedal or I was resting it on the pedal. I think it was out because all week, including my reconnaisance laps earlier in the day, I had been taking my left leg out for the steepest part of the descent.


This time, I got around the bottom left hand corner, but had trouble getting my left foot back in the pedal again. It wasn’t until I got through the rutted section and over the berm along the sidewalk next to Herman’s Pond, that I was able to clip my Sidi Dominator into my Shimano SPD, and it hurt like heck. I got passed by another stream of riders because I couldn’t apply any pressure to the pedals. I rode around the pond, over the bridge, up the road, under the walking bridge, and into the Dinosaur Park. Even before I got to the start/finish straight, I was in bad sorts. Riders were blowing by me despite my effort to get back up to speed. I rode through the finish line at half speed, and kept going through the field, up the false flat, past the pit and up to the set of stairs. And to think that these are the same stairs that Christopher Blevins, Cody Keiser, and Tobin Ortenblad were bunny hopping in Sunday’s elite races.


The crowd was going bonkers. As I approached the steps, I think I got my right foot out and swung my leg over my saddle to dismount, but when I shifted all my weight to my left leg, it just gave out. I couldn’t support myself, and didn’t have the strength to twist it out of the pedal. I don’t know exactly what happened next, but I think I rolled up to the stairs and used my right arm to push my foot out of the pedal. I’ve had to do this before, but typically after a mountain bike crash, when you get tangled up and the bike is on top of you. Usually, it is no big deal. I don’t remember much else, other than I walked up the steps carrying my bike and couldn’t continue. At that point, there were probably still 75 people behind me. The first lap was 1.9 miles long. I crashed at about 1.3 miles and made it another 0.6 miles. I tucked myself into the inside corner by the course tape and leaned on my bike to catch my breath and assess the situation.


Several fans were heckling me. One guy, who I think was shirtless, had multiple one dollar bills tucked in his pants. He was yelling at me to take a dollar or two from his waistband, but I had no interest. I just wanted to get off the course. I spotted a course crossing a hundred feet further up on the right-hand side in a bend. Two marshals had a pink course ribbon draped across the opening to keep spectators back. I remounted, but again, couldn’t get my left foot in the pedal, so I just rested my foot on top and pushed with my right leg, which I was able to clip in. I made it to the opening and signaled to them with my arm that I was coming through. They dropped the ribbon and I coasted 10 feet, got off, and fell on my back in the grass with my singlespeed Seven Mudhoney SL beside me. It was my first race on that brand new bike. I hit stop on my Garmin 920XT and now have those 10+ minutes memorialized on my Strava feed.


It took a minute or two for me to compose myself, but I immediately felt cold because I was ony wearing a shortsleeve skinsuit. I got up and remounted, but only clipped in my right foot. I let my left leg dangle and I pedaled one-legged across the field, and over to the Race Expo where the Horst Engineering tent was located. It was only 500 feet away. As I approached, I saw Art Roti, my teammate, colleague, and friend. He was talking to someone who had stopped by the tent. He saw me and was surprised. I rolled up and said something like, “I’ve got a big problem.” As I slowed to a stop, I thought I was going to fall over, so I asked them to help me and they immediately grabbed me. They helped me off, and I told them about the crash and how bad my leg hurt. He said he would get my jacket. I told him where it was in the truck. He brought over my Team Horst edition Patagonia Nanopuff and I donned it. I took off my helmet and wanted a dry hat, so I limped back to the truck, and dug it out of my bag.


I knew that the medical tent was only a few hundred feet away, so I shuffled over. Two EMT’s, including local athlete, volunteer, and uber rescuer, John Kennedy were treating another athlete who also crashed. John had been super helpful all week-long. I slumped into a folding chair and they began attending to me. I told them the big problem was my leg above my ankle, but that the pain was radiating throughout my foot. I described the crash and they did their best to determine the extent of the injury. I think I talked them into the high ankle sprain explanation, or pulled calf, but there was no way for them to tell. They helped me remove my shoe and sock. The best they could do was tape it with an ace bandage and then tape an ice pack on. John wasn’t keen about my travel plans (an 11:30 P.M. “red eye” flight through Chicago to Hartford). He warned me about blood clot risk, told me to wear my compression socks, elevate the leg, and move around. He encouraged me to seek medical attention. They washed out the cuts on my right arm and put on a few Band-Aids.

I got back to our tent and Art helped me change at the truck. While he packed my bike, I sorted through the remaining Cross Spikes™ and packed them while sitting there with my feet propped up on the table. It was a bummer to hear the announcers still calling the race that I was supposed to be in. Jake Wells won, earning his second national championship jersey of the week. After the bike was boxed, we took down the tent and packed up the remaining gear. I was cold, so I got in the passenger seat of the truck while Art went to say goodbye to our Expo neighbors.


We drove back to the house. I went inside while he got all the bikes ready so BikeFlights/FedEx could pick them up on Monday; and so our friend, Darron, could ship back the remaining inventory and gear. I showered with my bad leg hanging outside of the tub in an effort to keep the ace bandage dry.  I packed my bag, got to the couch, and put my foot up. He got some frozen peas from the freezer and we taped it to my leg. We called Greatful Gardens, where we ate twice earlier in the week, and ordered take out. They have fantastic vegan options. On his way to the restaurant, he stopped to refuel our rental truck, and he picked up some beer at a local tap-room.

We had dinner back at the house, and were eventually joined by our hosts, Addie and Darron. The four of us split the beers and then tested some of their home-brewed porter and cider. We had a great chat about cyclocross, work, family, and life. After hugs, we were on our way to the airport by 9:30 P.M. We returned the truck, walked to ticketing, checked our bags, went through security, and then walked to the gate. I laid down on the floor with my leg up on a chair, and waited there until boarding.


I had a middle seat, but was able to switch to an aisle seat on the left side of the plane, so my leg was still pinned in. There was a woman sitting in the window seat, but at least we had an open seat between us. I just wanted to get home. I slept a little. I got up a few times, walked the aisle, and used the bathroom once. We arrived in Chicago at 5:30 A.M.  We deplaned and then walked to our connecting gate, but I was in agony. About 1/3rd of the way there, I laid down on a bench. We stayed there for 45 minutes, and then walked the rest of the way to our gate. There was no good place for me to put my feet up, so once again, I laid on the floor and rested my legs against the window facing the tarmac. Art went to get some breakfast while I rested.

After a while, I needed to use the bathroom and I was thirsty, so I walked back towards the other gate and got a steamed soy milk at Starbucks. When I got back to our gate, Art said the flight was delayed. After another 90 minutes or so, we boarded. When I gave the gate agent my ticket, I told her that I was going to need assistance at BDL and she assured me that someone would be there to give me a ride. We waited a long time but never took off.  Then, the pilot came on the PA system and told us that we were overweight and needed to unload 1,000 pounds of fuel. I had an aisle seat, again, on the left side with a passenger next to me. The process of removing fuel took another 30 minutes while were strapped in. During the flight, I got up and went to the bathroom a few times while walking the aisle to stretch my legs. We arrived in Hartford around 11:30 A.M.


I deplaned ahead of Art. There was no one to assist. At the top of the jetway, there was a gate agent, but no one else, so I just started walking to baggage claim. I stopped and used the bathroom and then continued. Art eventually caught up to me. He helped me get my bag off the conveyor belt and we waited outside. His shuttle bus came first.

I got to the LAZ Fly self-parking lot and gave the driver a tip after he helped me carry my bag down the steps. Unfortunately, when I gave him the tip, I lost my LAZ Frequent parker card. I got my car started and checked everywhere, but I couldn’t find it. I went to check outside on the ground where the bus dropped me, but it wasn’t there. At the ticket booth, I used the call button, but it went to voicemail. It was freezing cold outside and I was exhausted. I saw another shuttle bus and went up to it and knocked on the door. The driver helped me call dispatch. Then, we went back to the machine and called again. This time, someone answered and she processed my transaction. I paid with a credit card and the gate went up. I was free!


I got home 35 minutes later around noon. It was great to see my family. I showered and then spent the rest of the afternoon on the couch, with the kids, watching the USA Cycling YouTube livestream of the Women’s U23 race, Men’s U23 race, Elite Women’s race, and Elite Men’s race. After dinner, Debbie helped me upstairs. We propped my leg up on a pillow in our bed. I had a restless night of sleep. When I got up, I knew that my leg was messed up and it didn’t feel like an ankle sprain. I got up and made my way to the basement where I located the walking boot and crutches that I saved from a prior stress fracture injury in 2014.


Debbie helped me get my leg in the boot and made some breakfast. I wrote an email to the doctor who helped after the 2014 crash that resulted in my broken shoulder, cc’ing my primary care physician, who is also the “team doctor” for the Hartford Extended Area Triathletes. I drove to work, and did our Senior Leadership Team Daily Huddle on the way. By the time I got to the shop, the doctor had replied, confirming that someone in his office could see me today. His assistant called me and we scheduled the appointment for 1:00 P.M. I read some email and then attended a meeting with our Controller, our CPA, and his partner.  We discussed accounting and finance matters for nearly two hours. I dealt with some HR stuff and then did a 30  minute telecon from the car on another business matter.


By the time I got to the appointment, I was tuckered out. A junior doctor met with me, asked a bunch of questions, and manipulated my leg. In Reno, I reported that the pain was six on a 10 point scale, and repeated that to the doctor in Storrs, though there were moments when he squeezed my leg and the pain was probably a nine or 10. He was joined by a osteopath who further discussed my symptoms. Then, I was walked over to radiology where they shot three X-Ray’s. I was in terrible pain as they moved me around on the table. When I got back to the examination room, I was sweating profusely. This was harder than the race!


The two doctors came in and gave me the bad news. They put the X-Ray’s up on the digital monitor and you could clearly see the break in the fibula. I was devastated. After one of my best cyclocross seasons, I had blown it in the last race. I also knew that the resulting recovery was going to have a huge impact on my heavy meeting and travel schedule. I was due to fly to Nicaragua this coming Saturday, but it was evident that I shouldn’t have even traveled back from Reno without first visiting the hospital. Flying to Central America was not going to happen. I also had several important planning meetings that would be impacted. I hung my head as they talked through the next steps.


The big concern was whether or not the fracture was displaced. The osteopath wanted the orthopedic surgeon to review the images, but he was in surgery at the Farmington office. They got me back into the walking boot and scheduled me for a followup visit on Thursday morning, which was today. They told me to wear the boot all of the time, even while sleeping. They asked me to elevate my leg as much as possible, in an effort to get the swelling down.

Tuesday morning, I got really good news from the surgeon. He emailed to say that the break looked clean and that with a cast, the bone would heal on its own. He said to keep the appointment as planned and that he would see me then, with no change to the orders that they had given me. On Tuesday and Wednesday, I participated in meetings remotely while resting on the couch. Wednesday night, I attended the Connecticut River Valley Chamber of Commerce with my family and the Horst Engineering Senior Leadership Team. It took a big effort to put on a suit and get to the event, but I was honored as the chamber’s businessperson of the year. This award is a nice reflection on the success of our family enterprise and is shared with all my colleagues. By the time we got home last night, I was wiped out and anxious for today’s appointment.  This morning I got up, packed a rucksack, and drove back to UConn.


The orthopedic surgeon was on duty. He is the same doctor who treated me in 2014 and despite the circumstances, it was nice to see him. Yesterday, he had three major surgeries, including one on the knee of a man who was in a horrible skiing accident. My case was “easy peasy” as he put it. They took me to radiology for one more X-Ray to make sure nothing had changed since Monday afternoon. We talked over my crazy travel schedule and the stupidity of my trip back from Reno. The X-Ray looked good, and he said the cast should do the job. His assistant presented me with a color palette to choose from. I chose black and orange to match our Team Horst Sports kit. He was thrilled and insisted on casting it himself rather than delegating it. He said it was one of his favorite procedures.

I was in and out in a half an hour with another appointment scheduled for two weeks from today. He said my prognosis was good and that given the circumstances, I was very lucky. We talked about my upcoming travel, races, and other stuff. The Nicaragua trip is off for me, and I don’t have to fly again until the end of February. Ski season is over before it even started. I was planning a March duathlon and I’m registered for the Mt. Tammany 10! (40 mile trail race), the Traprock 50K, and the Rasputitsa Spring Classic. Those races are all on hold until I get better. The good news is that even if I miss the spring campaign, I should be back up to speed for the summer mountain biking and triathlon seasons, and of course, the fall cyclocross season. That’s what matters.


The pain sucks and this is a huge disruption, but much like my 2014 year of setbacks, I’m going to focus on other things. I’ll rest, improve my sleep, do some yoga, and work on my core strength. I use a standing desk and don’t have a chair in my office, but in the coming weeks, I’ll figure out how to stay off of my feet and take it easy.


At dinner with the family on Monday night, our daughter asked if I’ve ever cried as an adult?

She said, “I mean, not from being sad, but when something hurt?”

I said, “Yes, many times. I cried three times at the doctor’s office today.”

She replied, “I cried twice today. At the trampoline park, she was jumping and a girl swung her fist and accidentally hit her in the chest. She said, “You know, like when it knocks the air out of your lungs and the water out of your eyes.”

I said, “Yeah, that hurts.”

She went on, “then, when I was with Mommy, a boy stepped on my toes and didn’t even notice. I cried again. His mom made him apologize five times. She told him to look me in the eye and say it like he meant it.”


I didn’t predict this crash, but by the time Saturday afternoon rolled around, I was pretty burnt from the long season, the crazy start to the year, and from being on the road since Tuesday morning. Despite a solid build-up, strong motivation, and a new singlespeed bike, I wasn’t 100%. I had also started thinking about the trip home. So, couple those thoughts with 134 other guys on a tough course, and I’m not surprised that I got hurt. That was my first DNF at a cyclocross race in four years.


How the rest of the week went:

The 2017 USA Cycling Cyclo-Cross National Championships were in Hartford and it was a spectacular event. Being in our “backyard,” we had a lot of involvement. Horst Engineering hosted an Open House & Plant Tour for a group of friends and out-of-town guests. Several key volunteers from the Reno CX Nats Race Committee, including Darron, and his friend, Race Director Coby Rowe, joined us for the tour. As the 2018 race approached, they insisted that we come to Reno, be part of the Expo, and participate. Art and I are really glad that we made the trip. They returned the favor by being great hosts.


I had challenges all week-long. On the trip out to Reno, I lost my toiletries bag on one of the airplanes. The bag fell out of my carry on. It contained my toothbrush, toothpaste, and two sets of contacts. I didn’t have a contacts backup plan, so Debbie had to work with my assistant at to ship a set via UPS Next Day Air. I got them on Thursday only a few hours before my race.


I have been to Lake Tahoe on two occasions, when Debbie participated in the 2013 and 2014 Tahoe Rim Trail Endurance Runs; but I had never made it to Reno. We had a blast in town and at Rancho San Rafael Park, which proved to be an excellent venue. The course was much faster than the Hartford track, and that was also because of the dry conditions. It was wetter on Tuesday and Wednesday, but by the second half of the week, and after a couple of big wind storms, the course was mostly dry. One of those windstorms destroyed the Horst Engineering tent, which is the second tent we lost to wind this season.


In addition to three great meals at Greatful Gardens, we dined twice at Laughing Planet Cafe, which had a great shrine to Reno native, Greg Lemond. We also picked up açaí bowls at Basik Acai, a cool spot. I’ve been to their sister location in Kona, Hawaii, but that was back in 2010. We avoided the casinos, but did attend the Mechanics National Championship.


Art did the Masters 40-49 Non-Championship race on Tuesday, but I came straight to the park from the airport via Uber, and just watched. Our big race was the Masters 45-49 Championship on Thursday afternoon I had an OK ride, consistent with my start position, and finished 37th in a field of 98. I was hoping for top 30, but faded on the last lap, let some gaps open up, and had to settle for a mediocre result. The 4,700 foot elevation at the park was a factor in the race. Fellow New Englander, Adam Myerson won for the second year in a row, proving his fitness and cyclocross prowess.

When we weren’t racing, we were hanging out at the Expo, meeting Cross Spikes™ customers, and gaining new customers. Many people came up to us and told us how our spikes were a big help to them and they love the product. We helped many people install their spikes. It was a lot of fun. During the first few days, the wind caused us a lot of problems. It was difficult to keep our tent up, but later in the week, after the winds calmed, we were able to stand around without freezing our butts off.


Early in the week, we also had the pleasure to work the pit for Richard Sachs, our longtime friend from Connecticut. Richard sponsored Team Horst Sports in the late 1990’s and I’m fortunate to have three of his bicycles. Also, Horst Engineering recently partnered with him to launch the Richard Sachs Seat Lug Survival Kit. I still ride one of my Sachs bikes on the road, I have an old cross bike hanging in the basement, and I have my original 1989 Sachs frameset mounted on the wall of my office at work. Richard was in the Masters 65-69 Championship, but he too struggled with the altitude and had a sub-par race. Still, he kept his spirits high and enjoyed the trip.

All week-long, we watched cyclocross and cheered for our friends, especially those from New England. In our race, old friend, Chris Peck, wearing a Connecticut Cycling Advancement Program kit, charged to 5th place after starting way back in the field. The Team Horst Junior Squad is a CCAP team. On the weekend, we helped out local rider, Nic Villamizar, who competed in the Junior 15-16 Championship as a CCAP rider.


Watching the Elite Races on Sunday got me fired up for more cyclocross. Now, I can’t wait for September when Team Horst Sports and the Team Horst Junior Squad start their new season. As they say, “Cross is coming!” The national championships are moving from January to December, so I’ll get another crack at a 2018 championship race when they are in Louisville, Kentucky later this year. I may not be an elite cross racer, but I love the sport dearly and still fight for position in every race I enter. Sunday afternoon’s women’s race saw an awesome battle that came down to Ellen Noble chasing 13 time champion Katie Compton. Katie prevailed for her 14th title. Kaitlin Antonneau finished third. That means that all three women on the podium are Cross Spikes™ ambassadors.

That was followed by a men’s race for the ages. A group of six turned into a group of five and after a series of attacks, more challengers dropped off the pace and the race came down to a fierce battle between four-time champ Jeremy Powers and defending champ Stephen Hyde. Stephen got past Jeremy in the second half of the last lap and took the win. Kerry Werner hung on for third place. That means that all three men on the podium are also Cross Spikes™ ambassadors.

Click here for full coverage of the Sunday races. Fast forward to 4:15:00 for the women and 6:03:00 for the men. If you have time, watch all the races, including the Men’s U23 race that had some spectacular highlights.

A special moment from Saturday afternoon was a visit from my friend Tony Lillios and his daughter Iva. They drove down from Incline Village, where they live near Lake Tahoe. They arrived minutes before the singlespeed race, but we had time to exchange hugs and get a photo taken. They watched me complete one lap, and then they watched me in agony. Still, it was great to see them. Once Tony saw cross live, I think he was hooked.


As I sit here on my couch and wrap up this blog post, I’m looking back on the whirlwind of the past 10 days. I went from some emotional and physical highs to some serious lows, but despite being laid up, I’ve already bounced back. That proves that we are resilient beings. I owe a big thanks to Art for helping me get out of Reno and back to Connecticut. I shouldn’t have taken that risk, but I’m glad that I got the treatment locally and wasn’t stranded in Nevada. Debbie and the kids have already swung into action and are helping me around the house. The Horst Engineering Senior Leadership Team is proving that they don’t need me, at least not every day, which is better for the business. Team Horst is our number one Core Value. Another one of our Core Value’s is Perseverance, which is a word I love, and a perfect idea to end this story with.

In hindsight, I probably should have taken those dollar bills from that heckler. It would have been a down payment towards my medical bills.

2017 Appalachian Mountain Club Photo Contest

The Appalachian Mountain Club recently announced the results of its 23rd Annual Photo Contest. I’ve been an active participant since the mid-2000’s. I started a continuous string of modest success in 2009. Success continued in 2011, 2013, and 2015.

Per the rules, because I was honored in each of those “odd” years; I had to “sit out” the “even” years of 2010, 2012, 2014, and 2016. Of course, I still took photos and as luck would have it, some of my best AMC contest qualifying images were shot in those off years, but were never entered in any contest. I’ll have to put a gallery together of the best images that I never submitted, and we will see what folks think.

Regardless, I was back at it in the official 2017 contest and am pleased to say that one of my images was chosen as an Honorable Mention in the People Outdoors category.


The image titled: “Look Out! And Where Does This Trail Go?” was taken on Katahdin in Baxter State Park, Maine, on 02 July 2017 during our EPIC family hike and adventure. There were so many great images that came from that trip, but I selected what I thought was the best one that fit the contest’s criteria for that category, and I’m glad that the judges agreed.

I have to admit that even though I was carrying, and using my Leica MP Rangefinder throughout that trip, this image was taken with my iPhone 6s. This is proof that sometimes the quality of the image is less about the quality of the camera and more about the composition and capturing the moment. I frequently use my iPhone to take video, but also convenient still images that are easy to upload to social media platforms like Instagram and Facebook. I just pressed the “shutter” and the iPhone, which was set on auto, handled the settings.

The metadata captured the data: 11:23:23 A.M., ISO 25, 4.15mm,  f/2.2, 1/1282

I can picture the exact spot on the Cathedral Trail where I was hiking behind Dahlia and Debbie and spotted them ascending as the wind picked up. I took several photos in the series, but this is the one that captured the moment perfectly. The honored image is pictured above, but also included in the fully sequence below. The images were taken over a six minute span as we worked our way up the trail.

Debbie’s UltrAspire hydration hose is obscuring her face, but that’s something I didn’t notice,and since I snapped this action shot in the moment, can’t change. What works in this image is the position of their legs, Debbie’s hand on Dahlia’s shoulder, and Dahlia’s hand on Debbie’s knee. The definition in Debbie’s leg muscles demonstrates the effort of climbing this great mountain. Admittedly, back in 1999 when we met in the Ascutney Mountain parking lot at the Vermont 50 Mile Ride & Run, her strong calf muscles were one of the first things I noticed about her; and 18 year and many miles later, still make me smile. These were some of the smaller rocks on this trail, and they still dwarf our 8-year-old daughter. The lichen covered granite has great texture, and the presence of a couple of blue blazes on the rocks gives faint indication of the direction of the trail in this boulder field.

The four AMC contest judges are highly respected in the New England photography community, and deserve a shout out for their AMC related work. These descriptions are from the AMC website contest page:

Jerry Monkman is a conservation photographer and filmmaker based in Portsmouth, N.H. He is the author of 10 books, including AMC’s Outdoor Adventures: Acadia National Park, the winner of a 2017 National Outdoor Book Award. He was recently honored with the North American Nature Photography Association’s 2017 Mission Award. You can find his work online at ecophotography.com.

Allison W. Bell is a designer and photographer in Whately, Mass., specializing in cultural and natural history projects. With Nancy Slack, she is co-author of the award-winning Field Guide to the New England Alpine Summits (AMC Books). Her latest book, Glorious Mountain Days, is due out later this year.

Paul Mozell is proud to have served as a judge in the AMC Photo Contest nearly every year since its inception. He is a photographer of landscapes, architecture, and business and family portraits, as well as a photography educator. He has been an AMC member since 1975. See galleries of his work at mozellstudios.com.

Jim Salge is a nature photographer, writer, and educator based in southern New Hampshire. He is a former weather observer at the Mount Washington Observatory, and the White Mountains remain a primary focus of his work. He currently serves as Yankee magazine’s fall foliage forecaster and blogger, and he teaches high school physics in Bedford, N.H. View his online portfolio at jimsalge.com.

Congratulations to all of the winners in this year’s contest. I don’t have time to submit to all of the different contests out there, but AMC’s will always be my favorite, and you can be sure that I’ll try again in 2019.

2017 Contest Results and Slide Show














Horst Engineering Family of Companies

Cross Spikes™


I never post about food. However, this is the second time this week that I’m posting about food. These #vegan dishes at Empress by @theprivegroup were awesome. #instavegan #singapore Everything worked out fine for @trailrunningmom After a little stress, they had her race packet and bib number at the @metasprintseries venue and she kept it upright on the bike! 🚴🏽 She was very pleased with 2nd place 🏆 in her age group at her first road #Duathlon.🏃🏻There are no mountains ⛰ and there isn’t much singletrack in #singapore but it’s still a great city for endurance sports. It looked like there were more than 1,500 athletes at the 3K/18K/3K race with LOTS of kids too. Great vibe! #triathlonsg #teamhorstsports 🇺🇸 Our kids may recognize this great Shoppes @marinabaysands feature from six years ago. I had forgotten how cool it was. #singapore #marinabaysands First time on a road bike for @trailrunningmom In advance of her first ever road duathlon @metasprintseries I taught her some tips & tricks including the do's/don'ts of shifting strategy, cornering, blocking (not), drafting (not), passing, flying mount/dismount, etc. It was fun! Even though she was on a "rental" too, I couldn't keep up on my "steed." #triathlonsg #singapore #teamhorstsports @thecheryltan #cheryltan #singapore #singapore Name those tunes. 11-year-old Feng E is making a name for himself in Asia and beyond. #guitar #fenge #singapore 🎸 @trailrunningmom led #yoga at #ypoedge #singapore 

@ypoglobal #yogini Tremendous #vegan dinner @metasingapore Without a heads up, Chef Sun and his team whipped up an amazing seven course + three “snacks” meal for @trailrunningmom and me, that was worthy of their @michelinguide star. We sat at the counter and watched every step in the process. Chef said that with advanced notice (of our diet), he “would have done better.” We appreciated his perfectionism, but it was just fine. #metarestaurant #instavegan #michelinguide #singapore

Follow me on Twitter



Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Join 299 other followers