A small margin doodle on the side of my to-do list. Please note that the to-do list is the one i’m making for Monday. I’ll be scarce this weekend, catch up with the drawings on Monday. Today I started solidifying some plans for spring, and I’m stoked. Not sure my body will be ready for what I’m planning to put it through, just have to do the best I can.
Double post today as I catch up from not actually posting yesterday. It takes dedication to do something every. single. day. When you wake up and you realize that you over did it. That perhaps you’ve been lying to yourself about how your shoulder really feels. That warm, sunny, spring days make it even worse to be injured. When you wake up to that reality, sometimes it takes you a little while to get back on track for the day.
Related: a good article on integrity and truth, to yourself and to others. Have the same level of integrity with yourself as you would have for others. If you’re not going to do that, please at least try to have that integrity with others.
Day 5′s scrawl. In honor of happy hour and a warm night ride home from Old Town. Recognizing that I rode right through a pile of glass (on accident) with apparently no tire damage. My mountain envy has subsided for the moment, eclipsed by the joy of a 60 degree, sunshiney front range day. An afternoon outing to work at the coffee shop, happy hour after work — totally changed up my usual and customary Introvert Monday routine. Cheers to all of you.
See how the yeti lifts this bike over his head? I can’t do that, not with both arms. Catching up from an excursion to the mountains to play in the snow. Each time I drive back to the front range after being in the mountains I get a little sad. Don’t get me wrong, I love living where I am. I like the people here, the things to do, the opportunities, it’s really working for me. But deep inside I miss living in the heart of the mountains. Seems a little wrong to just go visit them for a while and come home again.
A bike in the snow, you can see my tracks from earlier in the morning in the left corner. It was a cold and snowy and lonely ride through town this morning. Shoulder not feeling too fly after a night of sleeping uncomfortably. No beer drawing yet, heading up to the mountains because, snow. will catch up.
A bike. A beer. 50 range of motion exercises for my shoulder.
Did you know that my mom used to illustrate bicycles for department store newspaper ads in the 80′s? Very precise and detailed, she had an amazing set of pens which I was not allowed to touch. Her boyfriend worked for a company called BCA that supplied cheap bikes to department stores, the box stores of their time.
It’s been a while. Sorry about that. I sold my house, dealt with 10 years of accumulated possessions and moved out to Colorado. Have done a lot of cool stuff since then. Life has been up and down and up — as it goes.
Since all the cool kids are writing in public again and I needed a forum for a little project, here I am. On the cusp of March in the Front Range, I’ve barely ridden since November due to cold and snow and having a ski pass.
Last week I tripped over the dog, seriously injuring my shoulder. To help keep me motivated through what I suspect will be 30 days of self-directed shoulder PT, I propose to draw 30 days of bikes. I’m dreaming of big, long days and short, after work rides. It all seems so far away when I can barely lean down into the bars on the trainer. So here we go. Motivate.
And, at the suggestion of Dirty, I’ll draw a beer each day as well.
I’ve never claimed to be an artist, but just as writing this blog was a good exercise for writing in public, lets hope that doodles will be the same.
For Mother’s Day this year my kiddo came down sick with a raging fever and general ugh. So I treated myself to some gas for the lawn mower and a few loads of laundry. And because that’s the kind of mom I am, I also splurged on the fixings for chicken soup.
Luckily he managed to not be that sick until after the play date that allowed me to sneak out for a nice little ride in the woods. Slow, cloudy and a chilly wind but worth it. At least it wasn’t raining. It rained on Saturday morning. I was up super early on Saturday and Seamus and I slipped out to Cottonbrook for a rain ride. The logging road there makes for a good place to ride in a drizzle and a good place to bring the dog.
This was a good weekend of riding for the dog (and not too bad for me either, considering.) All the packing is starting to stress him out. You and me both, buddy. K too. Ready to be done with this part. Anyway, cheers to all the moms out there getting it done!
The only thing going on for me right now is working and packing and the business of being a parent. When I can steal an hour during the day I sneak out for a quick ride. It’s always too short, if only I could ride for another hour and then another hour after that. One thing I’ve noticed when I do get to ride is that my legs are always fresh. Of course they are, I never get to work them hard. The problem with the freshness is that they’re also so soft and weak so it doesn’t do me any good. I’m looking forward to many things post move, but being able to go on good solid rides again is top 3.
It’s been moose week around these parts. I saw this guy a few times. Saturday night he even had a friend hanging out with him in the swamp. Hot date night for moose.
One more week here in this house of the past 10 years. I’ve been steady and consistent with the packing, working through the outer reaches of the house first and just now getting into the real living space. Taking the art off the wall makes it seem much more real. Amazing how your walls contribute to the spirit of a place. Tackling the garage was a struggle. I really had a moment when I wasn’t sure if I could do all this by myself. Thankfully a friend came through with a pep talk, and small progress led to larger progress. It’s not easy, but there’s no choice other than to get it done