My most favorite time spent this summer has gotta be when I'm on my bike. Going through the city using different routes other than the roads in a car brings different perspective to the city. And gosh, I live in such a gorgeous city. Especially in the summer time. The sea wall. The view. The breeze. The warmth from the sun on my skin. The rhythm. It puts me in my happy place. My mind becomes clearest. My energy restored.
I met up with my coworkers for lunch on a patio by False Creek, and ended up across the city in Kitsilano before I headed home. No stop-and-go traffic. No need to find parking. No car. I love it.
With all the hills that I was once afraid of tackling I have now come to learn that the biggest hill is inside my head. Living on a relatively more elevated part of the city, each bike ride ends with hills on the way home. People more familiar with bike routes would warn me on the toughest hills around the city, and I've now tackled a few. None of them are all that bad. It's the city after all. (Now, riding the Granfondo up to Whistler would be a different story!).
Friday, July 19, 2013
This picture cracks me up. This is as close as I'll ever be to getting a decent picture with these kids (especially at this age). The "I'll look anywhere but at mommy's camera" and the "no, I will only stand two feet infront of auntie Amie" was what was really going on. My eyes are half-closed, Lyla's impatience in opening her bag of cheetos, and Owen lookin' a little angry... makes me think, "hey, this is a pretty decent picture!". I was surprised to even get this one.