I will the machine.

Photo © Tristan Sheldon

“… a researcher’s precision, and a poet’s restraint.”

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My name is Genna. I’m a 31-year-old trauma-informed writer, creative, and ultra-endurance cyclist. In 2013, before graduating high school, I was kicked out of my family home by my parents after an adolescence squandered by domestic violence, hoarding, and narcissistic abuse. Fearful, consistently displaced, but convicted to remain the authority of my future, I picked up bike racing, using the deconstruction of generational and cognitive patterns to use meaning as a road map forward.

For five years, I lived in a classic van to self-support my ambitions, and have since broken the 240-mile women’s Katy Trail record twice, planned and completed multiple solo bikepacking routes, and am currently on a winding but firm collision course with an exponentially greater challenge- the Trans-Am Nonstop.

This is an ongoing collection of essays documenting my progress, exploring thought itself, and parallel stories of human endurance where I invite you, dear reader, into the pulse.

Latest Posts

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  • To Speak Volumes

    It’s been a month. Let me assure you that a period of silence from me is, generally, a very good thing. _____ Last week, I betrayed my plan for a rest week to go find a friend on the trail. Someone I knew only though shared humor on the internet, whose face I had never…

  • Shall We?: Newsletter 03

    I appreciate your patience while so much has broken in my hands. For the first time in nearly a year, I had a normal week on the bike. I put my ultra rig back together after harvesting it for parts recently, took a spin around the neighborhood, and didn’t want to put it away. The…

  • Part II: White Dragon

    _____ I bring a sort of investigative vibe to small incidents that people convinced of their own stories don’t really like. _____ A woman cloaked, in ornate robes, stands aghast as a stone fortress is erected in front of her. The carved walls look identical to her drawings, even more grand than the version before…

  • Disinterest Rates

    I’m a hard sell, because I am a documentarian amongst salesmen. They ask for a moment of my attention, yet I am hardly curious of their pitch. I am looking for their incentive. Do they have something they genuinely believe I need, or am I purely another cold call? _____ Once, I answered an open…

  • Beware of Documentarian

    The problem that arises with the pop-psych emphasis on self-worth is that it ignores how incredibly dangerous it is to possess when you have no power. I have teeth today. Proceed with caution. I left a job abruptly again because it routinely demanded my attention off-the-clock and threatened consequence if I didn’t pay it. The…

  • No Elephants Past This Point

    I will invoke my own rule again. I will cut off the elephant’s head and mount it to my wall there is no tension, or unspoken truth left standing in this hall And so, I raise my sword. _____ “When you call me out, you are judge, jury, and executioner. You’re putting me on trial…

  • Part I: Gray Fox

    If I’m honest, I don’t really write to make sense of my life or to process emotions. That has generally already happened before I get here, because that feels like the most responsible way to handle sensitive material. It seems that I write because I was born into a household where reality was already being…

  • What Happens in Grandio City

    May be subject to the Uno reverse. _____ Please review Municipal Code §7, wherein it is stated, “You are harder than ten men.” Not my words. I was amongst many on that day, and the following still occurred: I rolled out of the parking lot for the regular Tuesday evening ride. Five of us missed…

  • Air Traffic Control

    Every once in a while, I meet somebody that quiets the mind and has me paying closer attention simultaneously. Last spring, I was invited on a gravel ride and carpooled an hour and a half away with somebody that had that effect. On the way there, I remember listening for how well this person seemed…

  • They Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

    Every sun that rises or falls while in motion is another volume I add to my collection. Another thing I can say “I was there” for. Another fraction of a millisecond in the universe’s observation of itself through my eyes. Of which I only feel like I’ve done my job well when it’s paired with…

  • Status [Handoff]

    [Audio transcription] I don’t have a template for resignation. I don’t even own a white flag. But if I did, I’d be liable to burn it. I happen to notice when something repeats. I will almost never trust why it does, but I will keep track of how it does. It seems like once my…

  • Newsletter 02

    The last month was lopsided dealing with setbacks. That’s not acute for me. What that means is organization and regimented progress simply do not work in the context of my life. It moves like the tide, not a wavelength. I am finding more material I want to write about than I can keep up with.…

  • I Don’t Even Own a White Flag

    I feel that by now I have earned enough credibility, as a person who chooses her words intentionally, to say this: Your words mean something. And if you’ve been with me for any amount of time, dear reader, you’ve come to understand that when language and action don’t match, I will see it. And I…

  • Status [Awaiting Response]

    [Audio transcription] On days like this, I put my earbuds in and play the last song that gave me goosebumps, desperately trying to summon the fuel that got me even here. That is the only prewritten line that I have today. This is another audio essay, which is essentially going to be another diary entry…

  • Newsletter 01

    This platform has been transitioning from a sort of online diary for me into a concrete publication. Because of that, I will the machine. is as much a primary focus of mine as the life and thought that feeds its material. I continue to have regular site traffic even during periods that I don’t write…

  • Department of the Interior: An Audio Essay

    If you’ve wondered how I arrive at the decisions to write about some topics, or are newly encountering this blog, I sat down to talk about the following points tonight in free speech: Step into my office.

  • Status [Initializing]

    “That felt better,” is what I said aloud. But, my body began to respond to demand once background programs were no longer running is what I understood. _____ I am in constant conversation with myself. The magma underfoot shows me where mind and body diverge. The crust rises as they meet. Almost three weeks ago,…

  • Chiaroscuro

    “You make everything a fight.” Actually, I’ve realized I’ve tolerated too much again. In summer of 2024, I moved out of my van and into a house with someone in a rural town. I had told myself that I always had the van as a backup in case that relationship didn’t work out. After having…

  • It Catches You, an Incredible, Ghostly Rider

    This essay is accompanied by an audio version below. Additional spoken commentary is included at the bottom of the page. “It does not bargain with you. It does not compromise. If you don’t respect it, if you fight back, you lose. You fail. You are not safe.” I understand. I hope you will forgive me…

  • Night Vision

    On a quiet street, a lone figure approaches a weathered Victorian home. The roof over the porch is sagging, the paint peeling, boards and railings brittle and bleached from countless lonely summers. Along the roofline, gargoyles are perched, and all are missing their heads but one. The surviving creature looks out into the lawn, its…