Category: cycling

La dolce far niente.

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I’m back to using my e-reader, which means I can read by the light of my mandle. You’d think it’d create the right ambience for works of erotica, except the object of desire in the book I am currently reading, Sky Daddy by Kate Folk, is not human. The protagonist is horny for airplanes.

Am I reading… airplane smut? I am! And I’m enjoying it!

I started the 352-page book on Tuesday, and already I’m 83% done. I picked up this book because I was in the mood for something weird, and it certainly has ticked that box.

My next date with an airplane has been scheduled for June 29th. An Airbus A350-1000 will transport me and my bike to London, UK, where I’ll have five days to make up for the sights I missed out on during my first visit in 2022, which saw me stricken down with COVID. Airfare for this upcoming trip cost me dearly, thanks to the surge in jet fuel prices brought on by the Middle East crisis.

What a privileged thing to bitch about, eh?

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Roule ma poule. Or not.

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Last Friday, I did a 7.5km road run. Saturday was project day: I continued working on my cross stitch project and started sewing an oven mitt. Sunday, I did a 73km ride outside (average temperature 4°C/39°F). Yesterday, I finished the oven mitt and then ran up a mountain (9.5km). This morning, I raced in virtual France with the RIOT ladies (31km).

My crowning achievement over the past few days, however, was mailing my AFI card application. The only envelopes I had on hand were cutesy stationery envelopes featuring cartoon cats navigating a tiny pirate ship, or neon yellow card envelopes, both of which were too small for my needs. I stopped by a Canada Post outlet to pick up the proper #10 envelopes and noticed they offered ones with built-in postage. After I’d paid for those, I ripped off the plastic wrapper and wrote my address on the upper left corner of one of the envelopes. As I unfolded my application to find the mailing address, I discovered that the destination was a mere ten-minute walk from where I was.

Oh boy.

Perhaps that’ll count as bonus proof of my disability.

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Spring in the Winter

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On January 19, I woke up at 7am to find the campsite enshrouded in fog so thick I couldn’t see Burger’s or Yann’s tents in the distance. It was much too chilly to leave my tent, so after putting on a fleece jacket and activating a fresh pair of hand warmers to put inside my sleeping bag, I tightened the drawstring around the hood, leaving only my nose poking out. I stayed in my warm cocoon for another two hours before emerging from the tent to find that the fog had dissipated. The boys were up and around, boiling water on camp stoves for their coffee.

“Sleeping Beauty,” remarked Burger.

I’m glad he and Yann didn’t end up scraping my frozen corpse off the tent platform at Montague Harbour Provincial Park. I’d survived my first ever winter camping trip.

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