Rachel Lee Cherry

@rachelleecherry.com

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Higher ed data nerd (Michigan State), band mom, cycling obsessed triathlete. Thanks to my dogs, vacuuming is my true passion.

iPhone horizontal on a MagSafe charger (on an office desk) so the live view of the Radial app takes up the whole screen.
Screenshot of my Home Screen that shows the Radial app’s live feature: where the riders are on a profile of TdF stage 2, and the peloton is 3:28 behind the break with 141 km left to race. The app’s last update was 22 seconds ago.
Orange and yellow road bike propped against a bollard. The paved trail is lined with trees, ferns, grass, and other bright greenery.
A bright red 25-pound bag of Pioneer brand granulated sugar on a store shelf for $19.99.
A fine, smooth gravel road rolling off into the distance and around a bend. Green grass is growing on either side, and the deciduous trees among the pines are just putting forth spring buds. The sky is bright and blue with wispy clouds.
Main Street of Mackinac Island, early in the morning, before the day’s first ferry arrived. The street is wet from being power washed.
Apollo, a yellow lab/shepherd mix dog, and his emotional support frisbee, which he has chomped into a taco shape. It’s less aerodynamic that way but he doesn’t care. He’s running in the snow, and the sheer number of paw prints shows that he’s been running back and forth so. much.
Large black pitbull ready for his lil walk in the rain. He’s wearing an aggressively pink raincoat under his harness and leash.
Yellow and orange bike leaning against a sign giving directions and distance to four small towns, two to the left (north) and two to the right (south)
Fuck Everything, We're Doing Five Blades Published: February 18, 2004 Would someone tell me how this happened? We were the fucking vanguard of shaving in this country. The Gillette Mach3 was the razor to own. Then the other guy came out with a three-blade razor. Were we scared? Hell, no. Because we hit back with a little thing called the Mach3Turbo. That's three blades and an aloe strip. For moisture. But you know what happened next? Shut up, I'm telling you what happened—the bastards went to four blades.
Skeletor says “I hate how most of my problems are abstract or systemic. I want to fight them with a sword.”
Pristine white sofa in my living room, in the glow of afternoon light. Ozzy, a cat, is perched on the cushion with his paws tucked underneath him, not creating stains or bothering anybody at all.
A library book, “The Rise and Decline of Faculty Governance: Professionalization and the Modern American University” by Larry G. Gerber
I’m seated in a big red recliner staring wryly at the camera. My nursing tank top is technically still on my body. Sleeping peacefully on my chest is my 8-month old baby. One chubby hand and arm is also resting on my chest.
My bike, a yellow and orange Liv Avail, in front of a sign giving the mileage to several towns in opposite directions. Layered on top of the image are my Strava stats for this ride: 25.42 miles in 1 hour 43 minutes, with 325 feet of elevation gain.
Darkwing Duck
A sandwich-board sign in the middle of a country road that reads Half Turnaround with a U-shaped arrow
Orange and yellow road bike leaning against the side of a bridge, with lots of trees and bright blue sky visible in the background. The bridge crosses a babbling stream and there’s wetland habitat on either side.
Apollo, a golden lab/shepherd mix dire wolf, looks expectantly at the camera. He is standing, wagging his tail, and 200% ready to catch any possible frisbees that might be thrown here in a minute. If it’s frisbee time. PLEASE LET IT BE FRISBEE TIME
the 11 seasons of midwestern states: winter fool's spring second winter spring of deception third winter mud season actual spring summer false fall second summer (1 week) actual fall
A Victorian-style gossip bench: comfortable, lavish-looking upholstered chair on one side with a rolled arm and an ornate carved back. The other side of the bench is an integrated table that holds an old-timey telephone, a pad of paper and a pen. It also has a drawer where you could keep more notes, love letters, a telephone book, pens, empty envelopes, batteries, paper clips, trinkets, or a thousand other things.
Zeus, a black pit bull, sits on a concrete back porch in summer and sniffs the air. What’s going on between those ears? Absolutely nothing.
Zeus, a large black dog (who is actually a tiny baby princess), has wrapped himself in a warm fuzzy blanket and is snoozing on a couch.
A very small red slow cooker with gravy in it, next to a smallish/regular-sized Crock Pot brand slow cooker that holds mashed potatoes.
Yours truly, in an orange running jacket, in front of a colorful mural of a guitar. Other runners, some in the race shirt, mill around in the background.
A Strava map of today’s bike ride in Grand Rapids, Michigan, USA. The map is in the shape of a turkey (the kind you make with your hand, where your thumb is the head and your four fingers are the feathers), and the ride is titled “Happy Thanksgiving 🦃”. Distance: 26.30 miles. Elevation gain: 1,040 feet. Moving time: 2:34:47. Average power: 105 watts. Strava also tells me that with this ride, I completed my weekly distance goal.
Yellow TdF Femmes 2024 cup decorated with bicycles and a drawing of Alpe d’Huez. A chocolate stroopwafel is balanced on the rim.