If you don’t already know, Kiersten Mae Day is a pen name.
Gasp. I know.
While I had been toying with the idea for a few months, my bike ride to D.C. was the first time I actually called myself Kiersten out loud. And if it’s so weird, why continue calling myself a name that is not legally mine?
Because I have to. Continue reading Kiersten, An Alter Ego
For the past year, I have heard repeatedly about how this years race was going to be different, that there were going to be medals coming home this year. Last year’s roll, was heartbreaking for one and was resented by another of my sweet girls. Sisu is the word that comes to my mind when I think about this race for my girls. Two weeks before … Continue reading Unfinished Business
Battling infertility has caused me to question my role as a woman, the origin of those life goals and truly debate what I wanted out of life, and has caused Danny and me to re-evaluate our own families future. Continue reading Is Today Going To Be The Day?
We live in a small town, with a large biking community. Many have seen the value in putting a child on a bike, and are putting together groups for these kids to be able to ride. The confidence that comes from climbing that hill, or navigating through the giant sand hill, the rush of flying down a hill with trees whizzing by. My Kat has become a much better mountain biker than I ever was, and probably ever will be. Continue reading Thankful for Bikes
Tomorrow was supposed to be different.
Tomorrow, I should have felt the tinge of annoyance because my baby woke up too early because it didn’t know it was my special day. Tomorrow, Danny should have made me pancakes even though he prefers waffles. Continue reading Thoughts on Mothers Day