Avelyn, unbeknownst to me, snapped this photo one day, of my working from our home office (aka: my chronically unmade bed), talking to a client.
This summer kicked my rear. Hard.
I said yes. They asked if I would ride my bike 90 km on their team and before I had even sat perched on a road bike, I said yes.
I said yes.
We did it! Three nights in the wilderness! There were showers and bathrooms, so it wasn’t unbearable, but it was definitely out of my comfort zone and SO MUCH WORK! I think camping is great if you’re the kid
When Steve tried to teach me how to downhill ski he took me to the top of a challenging intermediate blue run and as I stood with the tips of my skis hanging over the cliff, I said, “THIS IS TOO HARD FOR ME! I AM A
I am not a camper. Growing up, our family holidays consisted of short day trips to local attractions where my brother and I would fight and my mom would lock herself in a bathroom at TGIFriday’s and cry.
