The weather here has been amazing. Both Monday and also yesterday I took the opportunity afforded by the warm sun and skated home, the first real big test of my new blades. Other than some difficulties in navigating a couple of new routes — though I think I have it figured out now — I survived the hour-long ordeal with nothing more than a couple sweaty t-shirts. Karin and I were discussing the benefits of commuting via in-line skates and realized that it has the following benefits:
1 :: no stinking bus ride — but that’s a given
2 :: as it takes the same amount (+/- 10 minutes) of time as other forms of commuting I am currently using, I am not losing any of my day in the effort
3 :: ten kilometers of urban landscape is one hell of a workout
4 :: unlike other forms of exercise, on blades when you’re half way home and tired, your simply can’t give up
On a different chord, I also used the wonderful weather of late to visit Granville Island, where, waiting for cubs to start later that evening, I sat in the park, read some Harry Potter, and took a whole loaf of photos. That was nice.
and speaking of cubs
The pain. The agony. The crushing brutality.
This weekend is our first ever all-sections camp. This means that I’m hauling it over to the church later where, meeting up with the pack, we’re off for a full two-night weekend at Camp Byng on the Sunshine Coast. The forecast? Possible rain, and torment from over one hundred kids aged eight through eleven.