Third of the Way!

June 15

What a great day to update my blog... It's my mom's birthday, and a very awesome friend of mine (life would not be the same without her) became a grandmother for the first time.   Life is good.  Happy Birthday Mom, and welcome to the world Chloe!

I hit the 500 kilometer mark on Tuesday!   It was a happy day, I've been dodging the rain and getting concerned with getting the miles in due to the weather and how busy we are on the weekends this June.

Normally I try to cycle in the morning as my energy is high and plan the week around the cycling, but the last couple of weeks it is when the rain has stopped.  The forecast for the next couple of weeks is the same.  The rain has caused flooding on my path system!  The nerve of it... I've been forced to cycle around deep crevasses and through puddles on the path.

  Cycling on wet gravel is not easy but I keep telling myself it must burn more calories!     About half of the trails in Cochrane are red shale and the rest are pavement. . I've enjoyed cycling and feeling the power of the Bow River, but  it was a jaw dropper for me on Monday when I went out as I didn't expect the river flowing over the paths.  Tuesday, thinking I had planned my cycle route well , I was forced to turn back and redo the steep hill and add about 10 kms to my route, this after I had pushed myself thinking I just had the cool down of my ride left.  The power of nature is incredible.

Wes says a real biker will cycle through anything, so here's me proving I'm a real biker.. cycling through the Bow River crossing the path :-)

In my dream world, I enjoyed Kindersley the goose attraction was awesome and it reminded me of goose hunting with my parents and my brother Jim.   It was my first and last time hunting, as I had to run out in the field and retrieve a wounded goose. The goose became my friend as I walked back to the car when I returned my mom told me I had to ring his neck.    I just couldn't ring it's neck he was so darn cute and honked at me,  but I did take him out of his misery with a found shovel. .....Dad was so proud of me  oh what I won't do to be a daddy's girl!


  I'm 5 kilometers away from Rosetown, they are proud to call themselves the heart of the wheat belt.  I will think of Uncle Blake and Aunt Marge as I pass through they were very special and we used to visit them in Rosetown.   I will also cycle around the Catholic church as my hubby did the structural drafting on this structure.   




Peace to all... have a great day.
Theresa