I am not a runner, or so my brain tells me. But I’m learning that not everything I believe is true and am untangling the limiting beliefs. Running and I have a complicated relationship, actually its marginally abusive. I try every few years, running beats me to a pulp and I skulk off to the […]
Long Lines
A fleeting memory
A conversation with my brother sparked a memory from a trip to India almost 10 years ago. I think we were talking about solo travel in places with a language barrier, but I don’t really remember. I was traveling from Benares to Agra by train. I had spent a few days along the Ganges and […]
The best years of my life
I often talk to people who are holding their heads in despair as they approach 50, thinking the end of the world is nigh. When I was turning 50, someone sent me this graphic as a birthday greeting. What a clever way to reframe it. The year I turned 49, I took a solo trip […]
12 things about racing
I am a BC Bike Race Finisher
Or am I? After the BC Bike Race (BCBR), I was home for one night to do laundry and repack and then headed off to do Singletrack 3, another mountain bike stage race in the Kootenays. Following that race I traveled to Whitefish, Montana to do a one day gravel race, The Last Best Ride, […]
Thoughts on Training
Everyone in my universe has heard me go on and on about taking on the BC Bike Race this summer. While many people in my circle could do it off the couch, it’s a daunting endeavour for me. I’ve been training diligently since October, and still, I’m uncertain that it will be enough. My race […]
Internal Dialogue
“Alone” on the bike, I’m left to the mercy of the never ending internal dialogue. Here’s a snippet of the ridiculous. I should really have started earlier – why do I always go out so late – was nice to see Carrie though – I think I’m going to be too hot – how can […]
Falling in love with South Africa
Having grown up in Johannesburg, coming back to South Africa may seem like coming home. But my growing love affair with this beautiful country has little to do with being born here. This is an entirely new relationship, taking root in an completely different part of the country, that I never knew as a child. […]
Figs – a consumer’s manual
I purchased a punnet of fresh figs at the store today. When I got home, I rinsed them and pulled one open. It took some pressure top pull it apart which should have been a sign. It was alright, I suppose, but neither as plump or as juicy as I had hoped. It took me […]