I realised when knowing I’d have to admit to not cycling to work this morning; that I’d failed to say I had ridden to work on Tuesday morning. I left the house late and had to cut the route short only doing 25km instead of the 30kms, but I felt good that I still did it even though the morning was frenetic!
This morning shaped up much the same way. By 8am I had the fencing guys back from yesterday (as they got rained out) to finish the fencing around the pool; the paving guys coming to do the prep work for the paving they are laying tomorrow; and the decking man who was doing the timber portion of the decks. He seemed a little annoyed at having to work around the others, but the other guys were fine with it. The laundry man was due back at 9am, so I left the house unlocked for him.
With all this activity going on early, I wasn’t really able to leave the house at 7am to ride into work, so I opted to take FD#1 for a walk as she’d not had one since Monday afternoon. If you can picture in your mind your average sized pooch and what it looks like when they get all excited because they are going for a walk; the front end moving independently of the back end and kind of bouncing around. Got that image? Well multiply that by 55kgs and you will have some idea of what FD#1 looked like for about 30 minutes and she burned up and down the trail next to the railway line. Her exuberance is so funny to watch. She builds up so much speed so quickly, and has no grace or balance to do the “turns on a dime” she attempts, and more often than not belly’s out and lands on her side as her legs and feet escape from underneath her! All the while her enormous tongue flaps out of her mouth, her ears flipping over the top of her head; and she keeps turning back to make sure someone is watching her! She is so precious, a pure soul without a mean bone in her body. Her walks have taken a back seat over the last few weeks, and that was evident this morning!
The plan tomorrow is to cycle to work tomorrow and I’ve organised a hill-side catchup with MGal for the Bibbulmun on Saturday morning. This will be great as I’ve not really seen her since the leg became injured… except for that time she dropped in with a bottle of red!
My name is Karen. I am a 43yo single mum of two awesome teenagers...no truly, they are. In my search (of late) for a bit of direction in my life, I have set myself a goal of competing in the Canadian Death Race in late July 2011. In my quest to do the improbable, I also want to raise funds for the Lung Foundation of Australia in honour of the memory of my mum, Kerry. I hope that you enjoy following my progress, and are able to contribute to a worthy cause!!
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