If I have my way, and really, why wouldn't I? It's my life, after all. Anyway... If I have my way, I'm going to talk about my health a LOT in the coming year. I've set some pretty specific goals for myself, specifically in the fabulous world of biking. But I totally get how, if … Continue reading Go!
In 1986, I was a freshman in high school. And, more notably, Rails-to-Trails Conservancy was formed. My goal was to survive the day to day challenges of high school, theirs, a little more lofty.Rail-to-Trails converts abandoned railway lines into recreational trails. I've biked a few of them, and I am definitely a fan of their … Continue reading Set…
There was a time in my life when biking was very simple. I ran outside, picked up my bike, and peddled like the devil. I didn't have a destination. Or a master purpose. I just peddled. Growing up, we lived next door to a church. It had a giant gravel parking lot that made the … Continue reading Ready…
Remember that feeling of rushing down a hill, hands in the air, hair flying back, feet off the pedals because they're turning to fast to keep up? I was the youngest of four kids in a single-mom family, growing up in the seventies. That meant no helmet and hand-me-down bikes that were probably too big … Continue reading The Hills are Alive (and I’m pretty sure they hate me)
Today, Lily and I hit the trail for a quick ride. We went just far enough for justify a mid-ride snack for Lily. And, yes, that means I got a treat, too. We had split a red Gatorade and bought a pepperoni stick for each of us. Round trip, we did about six miles. And, … Continue reading Wearing Off the New
Memories are intrinsically linked to our senses. So much so that sensory stimulation can instantly trigger a memory, and when it happens, it invariably catches me off guard. For example, the second I pull on to I-84 headed east, I immediately think about my childhood home. My brain is flooded with memories of things I … Continue reading Permission to Ride