Perfect Weekend? Oh yeah May 20
Wow, that was a gorgeous weekend! In the space of 4 days my kitchen renos were finished (we’ve been without a kitchen for nearly 6 months and eating mostly takeout - I’m amazed we both didn’t gain a TON of weight!), I turned 26, slept out on our deck, and, best of all, logged some great running and cycling time in the sunshine!
This being the first time we’ve slept on the deck in our new house, I was shocked to learn (the hard way) that the birds in our neighbourhood are at their most finest between 0430 and 0530. I swear each little chickadee had its own microphone and PA! Normally being more of a night owl than a morning person, it was pretty cool to hear them all singing their hearts out. On Sunday morning though, I decided to make the most of getting up early to the birds and dragged my sister out for a run. Our dog jumped at the chance to go out and with Danielle in tow (she’s not a morning person either!), we ran 2 laps around Rithets Bog behind our house.
Later that day, when everything had been finally unpacked into the kitchen cupboards (so excited still!) and my beautiful new KitchenAid professional mixer set on the counter (the best birthday present ever!! And yes, I do watch Hell’s Kitchen and Iron Chef religiously!) Kitt and I pulled out our bikes for a spin. This was my 4th or 5th ride on my new Brodie ClimbMax (BIG step up from my old, but sturdy, Kona Cindercone!) and I’m still getting used to it so it was brilliant to log some miles on Lochside trail with it. As we rode in the direction of Mattick’s Farm (I was hoping for a cookie - you know, celebrating my birthday for the whole weekend?) Kitt pointed out the Claremont hill. He pointed, and then we just kinda seemed to follow his finger in the direction of UP. And up, and a little not so up section, followed by a final up. Sweet! My legs were screaming at me but it felt awesome. I remembered a time, not so long ago, when I would have gotten off and not been able to make it even half way. At the top, right on Wesley, right on Sea Mist and back down to Lochside. At the intersection Kitt asked, “Again?” Heck ya! As we rode Kitt remarked that I looked like a little bobbing chicken when climbing (the harder the hill = the more my head goes up and down!) and I needed to transfer that wasted energy into my legs. So up we went again and I tried to keep my upper body (more) still and felt like I gave it a little more gas as a result. This time we sprinted Wesley over to Sea Mist and rode back down. We’d been out for a while and I worked that night so at Lochside we turned for home and spun back.
It was a great day, a chance to improve my cycling, add some more running mileage and just get out in the sun and recharge! I can’t wait for the rest of summer!