Coulda Woulda Shoulda

When I was training for my first half marathon over a year and a half ago, I dreaded the early morning Sunday run. I whined and complained how could it be POSSIBLE that I rise early and head out to face over 10kms? I used to do some of the long runs on  my own in the afternoon, just so I could get a bit of a lie in on the token day of rest. I was thinking of those times this morning, as I eagerly woke at 730 to grab a quick breakfast of salad (great way to start the day: ruffage but doesn't fill you up to the point you can't go and exercise right away) and a hot water and lemon before I set off to meet my friend A to the P and head out on our 30km Sunday morning bike ride. It's a little tradition the two of us started, mostly because she has to work at 11:30, so the only time she could do it was bright and early. We head down the Shell Road path towards the water, chatting away and catching up about our weeks. We managed through the woods just before the waterside, ...

D and I recently purchased a couple of used bikes to take advantage of the glorious weather that appears to happen year round this end of the country. I was always a big bike rider when I was younger - I suppose one should use the word 'cyclist' but that sounds a little too advanced for what I'm talking about. Cyclists probably have strategy and stamina and lots of bike bling. Me? I just used to get on my bike and go. During my pre-teens I had the bestest friend ever. L.C. Looking back at those years, L.C and I were inseperable. I was so lucky during that period of my life to have someone who was such a dedicated friend. She made me laugh, always had my back (can you say bullies??) and generally just made my life better. We used to spend weekends listening to 60s music, playing cards and going for bike rides. And we used to relish swearing in her house. Her mom is a fantastically creative person, a piano teacher and someone who didn't let words really affect h...