I hate this time of year. It's not really winter, and it's definitely not fall or summer. I'm more a fan of extremes.
And it's the holidays. I don't really like them either. When it comes to Christmas I'm a grinch. Too much consumerism and too much "What's the true meaning of Christmas" BS. I like Thanksgiving as a holiday concept much more.
Anyway, because of the Christmas break, I'll likely blog less between now and New Years, although I am working slowly on a couple of posts. I've slowed down recently but will pick things back up in the new Year, when we can finally get out of the decade that's impossible to refer to by a name.
The only thing of note to happen recently is that I managed to get out of the house for both a ski with the kids this past Saturday, when they skied with Santa, and I went for a nice, but not super intense, ride with Tom on Sunday.
The Kids really enjoyed Santa. My oldest got a good workout keeping up with him for a couple km.
The bike ride was good, nice and easy at the start. And somewhat more difficult, at the end, that is, I could barely hold on when the pace lifted. It was cold, about -5 deg C but very bearable.
And then, turning down my street, I made the rookie mistake of firmly planting both my wheels into the streetcar tracks. My bruised hip is a testament to the lapse of my attention.
It was the first time I've ever crashed a bike. Hopefully I'll go another long while without seeing my wheels higher than my cranium.
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