Today, I bike-commuted to work and back for the first time since the bike accident. I’ve been meaning to do it a few weeks ago, but kept finding excuses. Mostly, I felt intimidated by having to hold up the bus as I put my bike on the rack (no biking on highway 520, and all buses must stop to let on cyclists), and slightly on guard remembering how easily it could all go awfully wrong….
We have formed a team, The Calftones, to participate in The Big Climb, a fundraiser for The Leukemia and Lymphoma Society.
Please consider sponsoring me as I climb the steps to the top of the Columbia Tower:
Thousands of cyclists, noses dripping, thighs burning, converged on Bainbridge Island for, what to many of us, was the first serious bike ride of the season: the Chilly Hilly. Though only 32 miles long, it had some steep hills that required perseverance and low gears. Unfortunately, I seem to be having gearing problems on my new bike—it could just be grime from today’s rainy ride, but I think I’ll have to take the new bike for its first “well-baby” tune-up.
Today I conquered the rugged trails at The Summit at Snoqualmie. OK, not exactly conquered, but made it through. And, fine, it depends on what your definition of “rugged” is. It may have been (technically) a green trail, but it felt like a very dark green to me. Especially fresh out of my first every cross-country ski class. But I made it through, anyway, with only a handful of falls. It’s too early to tell whether I’ll take to X-country skiing. Once my neural pathways have adapted to the concept of gliding the gravitational field with controlled grace, I’ll be able to evalutate how I feel about this, uhm, rather silly means of locomotion.
This morning, my first weekend as a Seattle resident, we met a friend to go snowshoeing in Snoqualmie Pass. It wasn’t strenuous, but it was certainly beautiful. I found out two things:
