...so far April has been just lovely.
At the risk of bringing on another snow storm, I've thrown caution to the wind and done the annual shoe and clothes swap, whereby I pack my (freshly cleaned) fall/winter clothes into the bins under the bed and bring my spring/summer clothes out of hibernation. Tempting fate, I know, but I'm so happy to be done with the sweaters and see some new clothes. Okay, different clothes. Who needs a shopping spree?
(Well, actually, I'd love one, if you're handing them out; but this system does keep my wardrobe feeling fairly fresh. Mostly.)
I've even put my skates and winter boots away. It's on!
I finished the first week of 30 Days of Biking, which is exactly what it says on the tin. Every day in April, you bike and then tweet or blog about it. It's a good thing, because while I bike to work pretty much every day anyway, I don't always get out on weekends. I also added a personal challenge that at least once a week, I will bike somewhere that takes me at least 45 minutes.
I've been fairly successful so far. Last Friday was the first day, and with the fairly routine to-and-from work biking, I'm on track. Saturday I biked instead of walking to Dovercourt. Sunday, unfortunately, I was feeling too sick to go out at all. I got my long ride in on Wednesday. I biked 14 km to the dentist in Etobicoke, then 20 km back to work. The paltry 6 km ride home was peanuts after that.
Friday was the usual last minute rush to get my marks in, then I took some grade 10 students to U(T) for Chemistry Day. We walked over, the Opus carrying a box of safety goggles in her basket. We ate whipped cream and Cracker Jack flash-frozen in liquid nitrogen, and I spent the afternoon taking pictures of students staring intently at boiling water as they synthesized aspirin, then I biked the box of safety goggles home.
The lovely guys behind 30 Days of Biking decided that the Charleston was the official #30daysofbiking dance for this weekend. I didn't know about that before I biked to my solo jazz class today, where there was a routine with charleston in abundance. I love me some serendipity.
At the risk of bringing on another snow storm, I've thrown caution to the wind and done the annual shoe and clothes swap, whereby I pack my (freshly cleaned) fall/winter clothes into the bins under the bed and bring my spring/summer clothes out of hibernation. Tempting fate, I know, but I'm so happy to be done with the sweaters and see some new clothes. Okay, different clothes. Who needs a shopping spree?
(Well, actually, I'd love one, if you're handing them out; but this system does keep my wardrobe feeling fairly fresh. Mostly.)
I've even put my skates and winter boots away. It's on!
I finished the first week of 30 Days of Biking, which is exactly what it says on the tin. Every day in April, you bike and then tweet or blog about it. It's a good thing, because while I bike to work pretty much every day anyway, I don't always get out on weekends. I also added a personal challenge that at least once a week, I will bike somewhere that takes me at least 45 minutes.
I've been fairly successful so far. Last Friday was the first day, and with the fairly routine to-and-from work biking, I'm on track. Saturday I biked instead of walking to Dovercourt. Sunday, unfortunately, I was feeling too sick to go out at all. I got my long ride in on Wednesday. I biked 14 km to the dentist in Etobicoke, then 20 km back to work. The paltry 6 km ride home was peanuts after that.
Friday was the usual last minute rush to get my marks in, then I took some grade 10 students to U(T) for Chemistry Day. We walked over, the Opus carrying a box of safety goggles in her basket. We ate whipped cream and Cracker Jack flash-frozen in liquid nitrogen, and I spent the afternoon taking pictures of students staring intently at boiling water as they synthesized aspirin, then I biked the box of safety goggles home.
The lovely guys behind 30 Days of Biking decided that the Charleston was the official #30daysofbiking dance for this weekend. I didn't know about that before I biked to my solo jazz class today, where there was a routine with charleston in abundance. I love me some serendipity.
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