The Journey Through It

You can’t go around it. You can’t go over it. You can’t turn around. You’ll be doomed to repeat it. Might as well go through it.

And now I ride… because I’m cool like that

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Getting back into activities you once enjoyed are like ANTI-Narc serum. Have at it!!!! Here’s someone who gets just how healing and powerful simply moving your body can get.

Me and Mo

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When I was a kid I had an alter ego persona. Her name was DangerGirl. Obviously I was a superhero at the age of 4. I wore a cape and rubber boots. I flew everywhere and saved the world on my bike because it felt like flying and my cape would flutter in the wind.

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Since that day, I always loved my bike. As a teen I would ride long on weekends. From Sherwood Park (a town east of Edmonton), through the river valley and into Downtown Edmonton for a lemonade at Churchill Square. I had power legs.

Then one day I stopped – I think it was because I had kids and it was a hassle.

Lately I have been seeing signs – clues if you will, about bikes. Everyone I know rides lately. Either for triathlons or because they like too. My girl friend rode in the MS…

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  1. Thanks for the reblog love xxx

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