Finally I am sitting down and writing. Perhaps it's the exorbitant amount of wine that I've consumed this evening that's inspired me to write. Something. Maybe nothing... This will be short and sweet. Hopefully. I have some cheese and gluten free chocolate cake coming home to me right this moment and can't wait to dive into that too! So I'd best not blab too much.
Updates... updates.. March and April, a little adventure. I fell and broke my wrist at the begining of March when I slipped on a little bit of ice and went down. Hard. Gross. Still hear the sound of the bone snapping in my head when I remember the fall. A nice stay in emerg for a few hours that day. And thoughts of the training season.. well, I knew that the broken bone was temporary. I'd be on the pain train with training, in no time. But I decided to not run or ride, or swim for a few weeks after I broke the end of my radius. This way the bone would heal properly, and I wouldn't need surgery if the bone slipped/ didn't stay set. The 3 weeks came and went. I got the Dr's okay to be a "little" more active. Right away, I hopped on my bike(inside of course) and rode my heart out for the next 3 weeks until the nasty, cast came off. After 6 weeks came and went, the cast was removed, arm withered a smidge, sore, stiff, and achy. I have to say I felt a little at odds with what I was supposed to do with my skinny little apendage. But I got in the water and attempted a swim. More like dragging a lead log through the water. Even more so than usual. I whined in my head about how much it hurt- often- for a couple of weeks.
Then it got warm out for a couple of days at the end of April, and I got on the bike for the first outdoor ride of the season. My sweet husband and I peddled our hearts our for a couple of hours one of those warm days. Nothing crazy. But the weather was sweet, and the sun unforgiving with its blazing rays of light. We soaked it up. It was a good season starter. Flat and fast. Well, my "fast". It's all relative right?
With work and a little broken wing, it was a little tiring some days, but we still managed to get the house in order to put it up for sale.
It sold last Friday.
Which means we are finally moving to Victoria, BC. Very surreal.
I've given my notices for classes. That was a bit tough at a couple of places. But those that know me and understand the new adventure, were more excited for me than sad that I was leaving.
I don't know what to expect on the island. So I'm trying to be mindfull to drop all expectations. That's been the lesson the past couple of weeks. Dropping expectations. It's funny what happens when you just go with it. Try to work hard, do your best, and let expectation fade away. Or go in with no expectations.
I have visions of endless amounts of open trails, a change of scenery for highway riding, copious amounts of raw oysters, and delicious white wine. Maybe a job fits in there somewhere...
The smell and sound of the ocean awaits!
Chocolate cake pictures to follow :)
As promised, a glance at the devine chocolate goodness that was brought home for me last night.
