Veronika Hewitt

The Wrong Gear #4 – Fat Bike Worlds and More

This blog series follows me, an extremely average cyclist, as I go all in to complete the legendary Leadville 100 race on a singlespeed mountain bike. This weekend I finished my first race of 2019. The Fatbike World Championship in Crested Butte, CO has been on our radar ever since we first bought our fatContinue reading “The Wrong Gear #4 – Fat Bike Worlds and More”

The Wrong Gear #3 – The Bike

This blog series follows me, an extremely average cyclist, as I go all in to complete the legendary Leadville 100 race on a singlespeed mountain bike. It is the lightest frame ever made, so says Specialized about their new Epic HT. At less than 900 advertised grams, it very well might be. It boasts aContinue reading “The Wrong Gear #3 – The Bike”

The Wrong Gear # 2 – Cross Train

This blog series follows me, an extremely average cyclist, as I go all in to complete the legendary Leadville 100 race on a singlespeed mountain bike. 7 Weeks In: How tired am I? I made some tea to put into my thermos for work, only this time without the tea. It wasn’t until my lastContinue reading “The Wrong Gear # 2 – Cross Train”

The Wrong Gear #1 -Introduction

A few months ago, I read a 2017 article in The Atlantic, about a man who wanted to test a very interesting theory: Can deliberate practice of a skill, or a set of skills, allow an average human to achieve a high enough level of expertise that is usually reserved for those at the top of theirContinue reading “The Wrong Gear #1 -Introduction”

The Chronicles of Panic

As I am approaching my 35th birthday and wondering about my place in the world, I am also trying to be better at accepting myself the way I am. I keep thinking, if I learn to do that, I will also go easier on others, especially those closest to me, and just be a kinder,Continue reading “The Chronicles of Panic”

Zen and the Art of Motorcycle WTF

A few weeks back we were on standing off to the side of a four-wheel drive road in the San Juans, taking turns looking at one of the five parked motorcycles. We had just basically started the day’s ride, about 40 or so miles from camp, and only five miles into the dirt. “Wow, your chainContinue reading “Zen and the Art of Motorcycle WTF”

A Letter to Penny

Me now (Left), compensating for lack of horse, and 16 year-old me on “Legs” at the farm. * Penny, my trainer from my horse riding years, who pretty much became family, needs our help. She is a very kind and trusting person who has been a positive influence in many of our lives,Continue reading “A Letter to Penny”

Selfish, Shallow, and Self-Absorbed: Revisited

Well folks, I know I haven’t written anything in a while, but I’m back and I want to talk about babies. Or lack thereof. No, this is not a pregnancy announcement, but this is a topic that has been nagging at me for a while. Nagging me because as of now, at 32, I stillContinue reading “Selfish, Shallow, and Self-Absorbed: Revisited”

The Ghosts of New Years Past

“Do you smoke weed?” she asks. “No, I don’t, it’s not worth losing my CDL or my job over,” I explain. “My favorite memory of Veronika,” she begins telling her mom and brother, “Oh no,” I said aloud, “Is when she went away somewhere and wasn’t supposed to be back for a few days. IContinue reading “The Ghosts of New Years Past”

This is not a Food Blog

I will never be a food writer. Not a real one, at least. Real food writers eat refined foods and use refined words. I eat everything I see and blurt everything that comes to mind. I imagine real food writers using phrases like “a decadent blend of flavors”, or “complexity of ingredients”, and “playful onContinue reading “This is not a Food Blog”