It was one of those weekends where everything I wrote sounded like drivel.
So I’m doing the wise thing and going pictorial.
Traded in my fat bike for one that fits me like a glove.
This was our first time out and I’m feelin’ the bike love.
My brain is so full that it’s hard to sort through it all and write a blog post. Usually, around the first of the year, I take some time to reflect on the previous year and ponder what I might want to do differently in the future. It’s not so much a time of making…
Since I injured my shoulder, I have been fighting tooth and nail to get back to my old normal self. She rode her fat bike through the snow. She went cross country skiing. She worked out at the gym running and lifting weights. I’ve been hugely frustrated with the slowness of my recovery and the…
I went cross country skiing Saturday afternoon. It was wonderful seeing the sun and the bluest of blue skies. No wind was a plus too. We explored a few new trails, getting into the “harder” but not “hardest” trails yet. Only one nasty spill. I had my usual problem with going down a hill and having…
I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning.— J.B. Priestly (1894-1984) English Author Today was a good example of a day when I should have ignored the weather peoples. I listened to their predictions and killed…
In sports, a timeout stops action to strategize the next play. During injury timeout, I find moments to marvel over the mundane.
I am writing this on a Monday, a full moon Monday, where the silliest thing is making me smile. When I tell you what it is, you will shake your head, or maybe not, if you fancy yourself to be a woman who occasionally runs with the wolves. My 99 cent thrill is an application…
