Maybe you’ve seen the viral video posted on YouTube – it’s of a boy who rode his bike by himself for the first time.
He struggles for how to describe it.
“I feel… I feel… I feel… I feel… I feel happy of myself,” he exclaims. Continue reading
This year was supposed to be the Year of No Injuries.
The universe, it seems, had other plans. Continue reading
Today we kicked off what we had hoped would become an annual family tradition of biking along Lake Shore Drive. We never dreamed it’d end up with a crash and the little one saying she never wants to bike again. Continue reading
My cyclist husband-to-be got me clipless pedals for Christmas; he’s been trying to get me on that bandwagon for nearly a year now. I resisted, thanks to my clumsiness, but it’s hard to say no when they’re wrapped up so nicely!
He also got me some pretty sweet triathlon shoes, but they were too small for my big ol’ clown feet. (It turns out Pearl Izumi apparently doesn’t make cycling shoes for women with size 10 feet. Hmpf.) Continue reading
“You’re a triathlete.”
That’s what the BF whispered into my ear as he got up from the table at my celebratory breakfast to head to the bathroom. Then he kissed me on the cheek.
I grinned really big. And then my eyes welled up. Continue reading