Monday, July 21, 2014
Today has been pretty much like any other day... and yet for some reason in the last hour I've found myself having quite the moment. It's as if my journey this past year has suddenly caught up with me, and I'm pretty emotional all of sudden. I can't believe how much has changed in my life since I first wrote here. I can't believe all of the experiences I've been fortunate to have as a result of having made and stuck to my lifestyle changes. All these memories that I would never have had if not for those changes. It's amazing. I almost wouldn't believe it all if it weren't for the fact that I'm living it right here and right now. Crazy.
True story: I bought a bunch of XL workout clothes when I first started this journey last June, and I still workout out in them. For one, I'm cheap and those clothes were expensive, lol, but also I love sliding them onto my much smaller and tauter body and reflecting on how far I've come. It's a great inspiration before heading out of the change room to get down to business. :)
My story from last year when I just started... www.sparkpeople.com/mypage_public_jo
in case anyone wonders how it all started for me. What sticks out to me is a few sentences right near the end:
"I want my kids to grow by example, and I want to be active with them, and I want to be hot for my wife again (I know she loves me regardless, but she deserves the best that I can be). These three things run through my head everyday, and I won't give up on them. I won't give up on myself."
What amazes me, is that these three things are still the exact same reasons I refuse to give up. I refuse. Stubbornly so. :)
Friday, July 18, 2014
When I was a kid, I loved going to the beach. I've so many pictures in my parents' old photo albums of me playing in the sand and goofing around in the water. A strange thing happens though as we remove ourselves further and further from the days when we were young... or maybe just in my case... but I can't recall when I last grabbed a shovel and played in the sand, built a sandcastle, or dug little canals connecting a dug-out pool back to the water that licks the shoreline. It's just hasn't been part of my beach experience for what seems like a lifetime. This changed fairly quickly when my three year old son and I found ourselves at the beach last week. Sure, I've played with him in summers past, where he'd stare all infant-like at the sand in his shovel before attempting to put it in his mouth, but a lot has changed in the brain of this young creature in the course of a year. When he hit the beach, his enthusiasm to build things in the sand and play with the water completely re-awakened that part of me too. As I expertly crafted a series of waterways in the sand, it reminded me of when my Dad used to do the same for my brother and I when we were kids - opening up a rare window into the mind-frame of what he must have been thinking in those moments. I'm guessing it's pretty clear by now through my writing that my brain rarely stops examining life and "the human experience". I find it all so fascinating really. Anyways... I did most of the building, while my son played the part of Godzilla and would gleefully destroy as much as he'd create. :D
My daughter getting in on the action.
My little guy being pretty stinking adorable... when he's not being a turd, of course. :D
Sand castles and waterways gave way constantly to my son's desire to play around in the lake. We've had him in swimming lessons at the YMCA for quite a long time, but rarely get to see the result of all those lessons. Well... let me tell you... wow! The pride in my son that I felt, watching him swim around with a pool noodle tied around under his chest... his little legs and arms moving and taking him all over the place without any fear of the water whatsoever... just wow. He even was holding his breath and dunking his head under the water, showing off his mad skills and bravery for me. He got the biggest kick out of racing me from the shore and into the water, turning around and then trying to run back out as quickly as possible. In addition to it being a blast for me as well, it's interesting from a health standpoint how my brain would constantly consider "this is also a great way for me to try and work off those delicious s'mores and half bottle of wine I'm likely to down later tonight". :D You know your health has become central to your life when those thoughts always find a way to creep into your daily conversations with yourself. :D
Although the kids slept wonderfully at night, their nap time was a different story altogether. It was mostly cute though, since they both remained quiet and didn't fuss, and in place of sleeping, they would babble and laugh with each other in the tent. We'd shush them, but what they couldn't see was the smiles on our faces as my wife and I enjoyed their little interactions. It's really the big reason we chose to have a second kid. We wanted our son to have the joy and experience of growing up with a brother or sister. Now that this dynamic is in place, my wife and I regularly high-five each other every month when her TOM arrives, lol. (The pill wreaked havoc on her, and we're not decided yet if it's time for me to have "the surgery", so the natural method is how we roll... tmi? ... hmm, probably, lol). Back to their naps though, it never proved to be a big deal that they didn't really have any - my son doesn't actually need them anymore, and my daughter was magically happy regardless except for one day.
Friday morning came quietly, and peacefully. The week had gone so much more easily then I had prepared myself for, and it amazed me how relaxing it all had been. Sure, the kids had their moments, and it's not like camping is without its dishes, chores, and disgusting outhouses... I am so NOT an outhouse kind of guy, lol. I would literally choose to dig a hole out in the woods instead of sitting in an outhouse... so gross. My son, on the other hand, marveled at this toilet that doesn't flush, lol! Kids... strange little creatures. :D It was such a great week though. My wife and I had done the resort thing a bunch of times before we had kids, and we always wondered how parents could have fun still while having to be tied down to their room at the kids' naptime and bedtime, and also keep them occupied during the day - but having camped, it's clear that it would just be a different kind of fun. So in addition to camping, we're now desperately saving up our pennies to hopefully go to a resort next year. That said, we're super excited about the future and all the camping trips we'll be able to do with the kids. It's a big continent, and there are so many places to see. Camping will totally be how we go about seeing as much of it as we can with the kiddos.
We were pretty sad to go home. :)
That's pretty much it. In closing, I shall grace you all with the absolute greatest method for making s'mores by a campfire. :D This comes after years of careful research and delicious trial-and-error, so I hope you're ready to be catapulted into a whole new world of s'more awesomeness. The first, and obviously the most essential things you'll need are the ingredients: any old box of graham crackers, a bag of nice big marshmallows, and either a Jersey Milk chocolate bar or a Dairy Milk chocolate bar... Dairy Milk makes a cookie dough chocolate bar that took top place last week, fyi. The next obvious requirement is a nice long stick to roast the marshmallow with, as well as a fire that has been allowed to burn down some and expose some incredibly hot coals - flames provide heat, but less control, and you're more likely to create a flaming gooey ball of death when roasting over them... a dangerous thing when drinking is also involved... I've got stories. :D The secret though to the perfect s'more is found in how one goes about melting the chocolate. For this... I give you... the Camp Cooker, aka "the ultimate s'more making device".
Taking a single graham cracker, you place it in the opened cooker, upon which you lay three squares (four if you're feeling exceptionally greedy) of chocolate. The final graham cracker lays perfectly squared on top, and you close the cooker. Holding it over the heat, close enough to get it hot inside, but far enough away to keep the graham cracker from burning, you do a minute or so and then flip the cooker over to get the other side... then another minute or so and back... with another minute or so before flipping one last time, and then another minute or so for good measure. Once opened, you should find two barely toasted graham crackers, with chocolate that still has some form, but is soft and melty to the touch, sandwiched between the crackers. Making the perfect s'more isn't a one-man show though, as while one person is working the chocolate, you'll have your expert marshmallow roaster doing up not one... but two big marshmallows over the coals. They'll have started shortly after you began working the cooker, and will have expertly heated the insides of the marshmallows ever so slowly, allowing the outsides to brown up without burning. Once the chocolate filled graham crackers have been flipped onto a plate, you'll remove the top cracker, and slide the marshmallows on top of the chocolate. Gently press the top cracker on top of the marshmallows, slowing squeezing out it's creamy insides, which will begin to bulge out the sides, give it a minute to cool slightly (helping to keep it's form better and making less of a mess on your hands), and proceed to eat the living daylights out of that beautiful piece of culinary artwork. :D You're welcome. Have a great weekend Sparkies!!! :D
Thursday, July 17, 2014
This one's for you, Mal. :D
Little known fact about me: I'm immune to the allergic-like reaction one gets from the saliva secreted by the all-hated mosquito... true story. It's not that I don't get bitten by them, I simply don't have any reaction whatsoever. A strange wonder for a boy who never camped a day in his life until I served as a counselor and, later in the summer, a section head for the boys aged 7 to 9. Up until that fateful summer - one with stories that could fill dozens of pages in the story of my life - I'd reacted as any normal person would to a mosquito bite... swelling, itching, cursing, wanting to scratch through straight to my bones if it would relieve the discomfort. That summer of 2000, this 19 year old version of myself realized halfway through that I wasn't reacting to their hated bites! At first I figured it was maybe because I was encrusted in a nice thick layer of dirt all the time (it was a boys' camp after all, lol - mind you the showers got AWFULLY busy every time the boys' camp staff and the girls' camp staff would join for an evening here and there) but truthfully, I was a bleached blond wind surfing instructor who spent a lot of time in the water teaching kids... so I was usually the cleanest guy in camp, lol. No, it just so happened to turn out that something had changed in my chemical makeup that summer, which has since rendered me immune to their bites. That's fourteen years of not having to deal with that awful business! Well. Clearly, the universe had decided that I was meant to spend my days in the great outdoors, and who was I to argue. By the end of that summer I'd begun a love affair with the great outdoors that still captivates me to this day. Nights spent sleeping under the stars. Canoe trips. Campfires. The breath-taking beauty of the sun rising over the lake, against a horizon hued by mist and fog. It's easy to see how Native Americans drew such intense spiritual connections with nature when you spend any considerable time beholding all of it's wonders.
I had camped a few times every summer since then until my wife and I had our first baby in 2010. He was such a handful as a baby, and so tough to get to sleep at night, that we just didn't have the will or desire to attempt camping with him. By the time he reached an age where he was super manageable (last summer), we had just had our second kid, and although she was SO much easier, my wife spent much of the summer at her parents' trailer-house up north while on Mat leave. I was focused on my weight loss journey at the time too, so we just simply did the cottage thing with family that summer (also a super fun thing to get to do now and then). Heading into this summer though, we really were craving the opportunity to get out there and camp again. Our oldest being almost four now, was primed and ready for his first camping experience, and we just thought it could be a great time. We chose to do luxury camping over hardcore camping though, as I think the kiddos are still a bit young to do something more primal like that. If there's one thing we know how to do brilliantly as well, it's luxury camping, lol. Over our years we've amassed a wide collection of camping gear as hand-me-downs or wedding gifts, and so we don't suffer for anything when we go. Our tent is a ten-man tent that friends have affectionately named "The Mansion", and we have a fold-up queen size bed frame and self-inflating mattress to go on top of it (the sleeping bags we have also can zip together to make one big queen sized sleeping bag). We've got two camping stoves and a camping grill, with a two way hose splitter that attaches to a propane tank. We've got tarps. We've got dishes, pots, pans, cutlery, knives, mallets, a hatchet, flashlights, a stove-top coffee percolator, a 5 gallon water container... we even have a fold-up Coleman Kitchen table with a little sink in it to wash your dishes, lol. We have everything you could imagine for wanting to make your camping experience as comfortable as possible. Luxury camping, it's good times. :D
We brainstormed how long we might want to camp, and felt that as a first time experience with the kids we should limit it to four nights. The thinking being that if it went horribly, then it was only a few nights to get through, and if it went wonderfully, then we'd be left wanting to get back out as soon as possible this year or next. The biggest concerns with kids is really A) will they sleep through the night without any fuss, and B) will they be entertained enough during the day to keep them out of trouble. The campground we chose to go to is a place called Sandbanks Provincial Park, and they have some of the most beautiful beach areas in all of Ontario. They also have these cool sand dunes that are naturally occurring, and provide some of the most luxurious feeling sand in which to play or even lay down upon. The water deepens very gradually as well, so it manages to stay quite warm (relatively speaking). Between going to the beach every day, going on some walks around the camp, and having brought some toys and art supplies for the kids to play with while we were prepping meals and what not, it all proved to be the perfect recipe for keeping the kids happy each day. Add to that the fact that they slept each night without issue, and we definitely found ourselves in the category of wanting to go back out camping as soon as possible.
I love the moment when I first arrive at the spot where I'm to camp. I love the thought process of eyeing up a plot of land and deciding how best to set things up given the trees, the type of terrain, and even the grading. I love laying every element out in my mind and then going about the work of executing it all. I love taking my time and just enjoying the process. Tarping is a particular specialty of mine. If you ever plan to camp in one spot for a length of time, you always have to consider the weather. To ignore the potential for rain is to find yourself having a very unpleasant time should the weather turn. If you live in a particularly arid environment, that's one thing, but here the weather guy proves to be a total dunce quite often, and we also had the forewarning of some severe weather a couple of days prior to heading on our trip. So covering the essential parts of your camping area with a tarp overhead is an absolute must. If you're camping out in the wilderness, then you can survey the best place to setup everything quite easily, but when you go to a Park, you get a site and you simply have to work with whatever mother nature provides you in that specific plot of land. Tarping can be difficult in that sense, as trees can be few and far apart, giving you nothing to tie off to and string everything up. They also don't tend to be the kind of trees you can just climb up and tie off your rope to whatever height or branch you desire. This is where a small rock, a bit bigger than your fist, becomes your salvation. Tying off your rope and wrapping it around said rock, provides you with a lovely weighted projectile that you can skillfully pitch over the higher tree limbs that you desire. You also need to consider drainage. You want your tarp to have a downward slope that drains off at one spot, onto ground that also has a slope away from your campground. Thus, the water pours off the tarp and doesn't pool in the grounds beneath you. Pitching a tent is a science as well, as your want to consider where your head will be while sleeping and what the slope of the ground is... sufficient to say, it's uncomfortable sleeping with your head at the bottom of a downward slope, lol. Clearing sticks and big rocks out from where the floor of your tent will cover is a smart idea as well, since bare feet don't appreciate waking up in the middle of the night for a bathroom break, only to step on a sharp stick left underneath the tent. Much cursing ensues. Much, much cursing. :D Anyways, it should be clear by the length I'm willing to detail these somewhat boring thought processes, that I love it all. :D
The first campfire of our trip was a really cool experience. My son has seen many campfires before in his three years of living, but he's never seen his old man build one. It's another one of my specialties, but it's also one of those things that EVERY guy ALWAYS wants to be in charge of building. Unless it's a life or death situation, I tend to be the kind of person who likes to let others have their fun, even if they stink at it, lol. :D Building a fire really isn't rocket science, and mostly comes down to needing dry dead wood, and some kindling that will catch first and help the larger pieces catch after. Ensuring space between the wood is a must as well, since fire hungers for oxygen, and if air can't flow through your stack of logs, then it simply won't burn that well. Anyways... lol, I continue to ramble about the minor details, sorry about that. :D It was fantastic to watch the awe in my son's face as the fire caught and grew into a large and steady flame. I sent him off to bring back a nice marshmallow roasting stick, and it was hilarious to watch him bring me small twigs and ask if they would work. Eventually, he brought me back a nice long and sturdy stick, and he watched in amazement as I pulled out my camping knife and went to work on it. Breaking and cutting off the random branches on the stick, I then whittled a nice clean point at the roasting end of the stick. It just blew me away how fantastic he thought all of these simple little things were. I'd never grown up seeing these things, so it wasn't as magical to me in my older years, but to him it was all just so marvelous.
The kids turned in so perfectly that first night (as they did every night following). Evan was so excited about sleeping in his new sleeping bag that he kept saying how sleepy he was as early as 4pm, lol. You could tell by his voice that he was only saying that because he knew that sleep meant he could go into his sleeping bag. I got him a bag with pictures of planes from the movie "Planes" on it, and again, it was all just so special and exciting to him. After they turned in for the night, my wife and I pulled out a bottle of wine and enjoyed a spectacular color show in the sky, courtesy of the setting sun and the stormy clouds that had been moving in and out of our region all day. The colors of orange in the sky were unlike any I've ever seen. Their depth, and their vividness, just incredible.
The next day began with the typical and often obnoxious birds cawing away as they awoke to the sun around 5:30 in the morning. It's always the first morning that proves to be the worst, as it seems my ears and brain adjust to their calls, and I usually sleep through it all after that. The kids miraculously remained dead to the world through it all each morning! Breakfast that morning was the classic scrambled eggs and bacon - a staple for camping breakfasts. I began cooking it, but soon found myself severely swarmed by mosquitoes. It was bad. If I wasn't immune, I'd have been COVERED in bites for sure. The only time I've ever experienced more mosquitoes was once while hiking through the woods up near Sault Ste. Marie - they were so bad that one time that you literally couldn't open your mouth to breathe, or even open your eyes all the way without them clumsily flying in. We knew that some severe storms were being forecast to run through our region that day, but not until around 2:30pm, so we decided to hit the beach, and then run into town later that day to invest in a nice dining tent to protect us from both the impending rain, but also those damn mosquitoes. As we got back to camp, the skies looked something fierce. My wife took the kids and put them down for naps, while I took off my shirt and went about setting up our new fortress of solitude before the heavens opened up. The shirt came off simply as a precaution over my assumption that it would pour before I had a chance to finish setting up. My foresight proved to be correct, as not one minute passed before a biblical amount of rain poured from the heavens. The amazing thing though, was that it was so wonderfully hot outside, and with the kids all taken care of, I had absolutely zero cares in the world. I was wearing my swim shorts, and honestly felt like a kid again. I even stopped for a minute and just stood there with my arms out, letting the rain caress all the parts of my body. I had a moment. It was a good one. :) The tent went up nice and quickly after I set back to work, and my wife stayed under it's dry protection while I transferred chairs and gear into it's 15' x 14' space. The kids slept... the adults drank... and we enjoyed the serenity of the rain colliding against the world around us while we stayed dry. We also broke out our classic vacation game: Skip-Bo. It's a fantastic card game that was part of a wedding gift from a friend of ours. It's been with to Panama, Cuba, the Dominican Republic, France, Italy, Switzerland, and numerous campgrounds across Ontario. Playing it with some booze in your system is an absolute requirement. :) It continued to storm and pour up until 6:30pm that night, and the kids managed incredibly throughout it all.
The rest of the week was sunny and warm, and the beach was our best friend during the days. The nights revolved around a steady regiment of dinner, dishes, campfires, and relaxing over beer and s'mores once the kids were in bed. It's a good thing my wife and I enjoy each other's company as much as we do, lol, cause when you rid yourself of all other distractions, it was just us and that fire. :)
I'm going to finish this post in a second part tomorrow, cause I have to go now. Stay tuned!!!
Monday, July 14, 2014
If weight-loss is a sexy red Ferrari, then maintenance is a frumpy old green minivan. The longer I maintain, and the further I travel from the version of me that lost all of that weight, perspective begins to settle in like dust on the floor - slowly and all-encompassing. There's no higher confidence building experience I've ever had than when I was shedding weight and proficiently controlling my food temptations. The significance was such that even at 225 pounds I was beginning to feel thrilled with my reflection in the mirror. With every pound I lost, I felt more attractive and more confident than I'd felt in forever. In short, the high of being so successful was incredible, whereas the tranquility of maintenance is much more sedate.
Maintenance provides a far different perspective on your body and your health related goals - or at least it has in my experience. For example, my ritual weekly weigh-ins and body measuring has become a bi-monthly check-up, with far less glitter and gold flying through the air. It's more of a "oh hey, I lost a pound here, or gained one back there... cool" - mostly insignificant in light of continued exercise and watching portions with limited snacking throughout the week. It's just a different mind-frame altogether. The weirdest thing is that the old voices have begun to creep up more and more as I sail gently through the waters of maintenance. They begin to pick away, searching for cracks in my armor of self-confidence. Hands down, without a doubt, despite very minor (surprisingly practically non-existent) extra skin, and some areas where my body fat seems to still be clinging on for dear life, I know deep down that I've never looked this good in my life. This knowledge is what I allow to prevail over the voices in the darkness, but the voices grow stronger all the time it seems. It's at the point where I'll linger on parts of my body and think "why don't I look as good as I thought I did or used to a month ago"... only to see clearly, with a quick picture taken and compared to a few months past, that nothing has changed at all. Maintenance, for me, has supplied a new challenge in the world of my mental strength, and it's in regard to reminding myself that I do in fact look perfectly fine, and that my eyes are clearly delivering misinformation as to how I should feel about my appearance. We're a fickle people, really. Bigger and better is always on our horizons, and once we reach one plateau, we're constantly eyeing a better place to be when in fact the place where we are right now is perfect. It's wonderful. It's incredible. It's not that I need a six-pack or pecs that could crush walnuts to suddenly make me look good, I know I look good now, and I've shown over the past six months that I can maintain - an impressive feat despite not being able to run the past few months. So for now the voices stay controlled, but I can easily understand now how people I've always thought of as beautiful and perfect can sit back and say they look awful or need to work on many parts of their bodies... it's too easy to beat ourselves up and see our self-perceived imperfections it seems.
Running long distance afforded me the option to eat and drink whatever I wanted while in maintenance mode, so the only real change during my maintenance has been to moderate that stuff the past three months. At first it was tough reeling it in after having let my eating habits relax, but the months of weight-loss habits I formed picked back up relatively quickly, and my daily calories were shaved back down by about 200 without much fuss. Really, 200 calories isn't a difficult thing to cut out in my life. It's a cup of fruit juice, or that extra glass of wine, or that scoop of ice cream that I really don't need. Mind you... I'm 6'1" and am able to eat about 2100 calories to maintain. When I plan my meals right, I'm easily left needing to eat more to meet that quota. I generally fill it with cups of coffee with milk and sugar most days, or those random vanilla dip donuts I couldn't resist a few weeks back, lol, but I figure when I kick back into gear, I'll replace those carbs with protein of some sort. For now I'm not stressing, and just enjoying the minor spoils of maintenance. :D
Despite the somberness of what I've written so far, maintenance is very much one of those plateaus I mentioned above - and when I stop to breathe in the air and take in the view from here, it's an incredible place to be for sure. This summer, for the first time in almost a decade, I'm walking around shirtless at the beach, at pool parties - heck even in my backyard - and I don't even flinch or stop to ponder if I should be embarrassed about how I look. Am I ripped? no. Am I going to win the most attractive man on earth award? no. But, do I feel thrilled to not have to carry the emotional baggage of wishing I was a healthy weight anymore? So thrilled. Over the moon. This past week I spent camping with my wife and kiddos, and going to the beach each day was such an incredible joy. I've got color (and the good kind of color at that!) on parts of my body that I refused to expose to the world and the sun for too long, and that's a huge non-scale victory for me. My chest and back are no longer blindingly white, lol, and it's only the middle of July!
Final thoughts? For those in maintenance, don't let those self-criticizing voices gain any ground in your heart and in your life. You've done too much, come too far, and look WAY too good to give any power to those voices. The perfect body is an illusion, as even those whom we see and think look perfect are in fact constantly struggling with the same desires to look better. You're already perfect... you just haven't realized it yet. Love yourself today, and keep journeying toward whatever future you fancy - don't waste a second feeling like you're not good enough or not attractive enough. You're already perfectly imperfect in the most perfect ways possible! Have a great week sparkies, time for pictures!!! :D
The family, braving the great outdoors. :D
A moment of sedated peace from the these two crazies.
Waking up to this, the cutest face ever, was a joy each morning.
Wine: God's gift to parents. :D
My boy painting away while the sun sets in the background. I love this memory from the week so much!
My wife snapped this pic while I was being typically unorthodox. A guy has to warm his damp, cold feet some way! :D
So much cuteness!!!
I ate WAY too many of these last week, lol! So good.
Really, when I see this pic, it's clear to me that my hard work has paid off in droves. So happy to feel confident going shirtless this summer!
Wednesday, July 02, 2014
Stellar weekend. If I didn't feel like being more expressive and detailed, I would totally just end it at that, lol. :D It was just one of those weekends where everything fell perfectly into a happy place and life was easy. It was a (sort of) long weekend here in Canada, with Canada Day falling on a Tuesday, and my wife and I deciding to take the Monday off using a vacation day. It really started on Friday night I guess. I had a great workout and swung by the liquor store on my way home. Equipped with a bottle of wine, and both kids fast asleep in bed, my wife and I just sat out on our deck, drinking and enjoying the warm weather. We'd been tossing a few ideas back and forth over what to do over the weekend. Saturday was fixed up with plans to attend a wedding for some friends of mine, but Sunday through Tuesday were totally up for grabs. For awhile we were leaning toward heading up north for a few days, but then I threw out an idea that got us both super excited... a trip down to Niagara area to bike the trail along the Niagara River!
Since we first started dating, we've been talking about biking this trail one day. Every time we would drive along side it while hitting up wineries, or just taking a scenic route to the Falls, we would stare at the trail and say "one day". Well, the beauty of the Monday we chose to take off, was that our kids' daycare was still opened - as Monday isn't the holiday. We could drop them off and then book it down to Niagara for the day, no problem. With that set in stone, we got on with our weekend.
The wedding was soooo much fun, and an excellent excuse to wear the suit I bought back in March for my brother's wedding. A lot of the people at our table are friends from dodgeball, and so we totally ended up being "that table", lol! :D The table that took full advantage of the open bar. The table that laughed and talked just that much louder than all the others. The fun table. :D The wedding was close to home as well, so we didn't need a DD between my wife and I. It's more fun getting drunk with your wife than having to rock, paper, scissors who gets to drink. :) It was just a great evening. Good people, good food, good dancing, and free booze!
Sunday was just a relaxing day around the house. Filled up the kiddie pool and spent time outside in the beautiful weather with the kiddos. I found a copy of "The Incredibles" and knew Evan would absolutely love it, so I told him we could do a movie night and his eyes lit up. So fun to see your kids get excited over the simple pleasures. We did some pita pizzas on the grill and settled right in. After the kids were asleep, I got a picnic lunch put together for our little bike trip: some awesome roasted and seasoned chickpeas (that I bought), a pasta salad with goat cheese, crisped prosciutto, tomatoes, and a red wine vinegar and olive oil dressing (which I made), and some pesto tuna sandwiches (which I also made). Gatorade and water to drink, a change of clothes packed, and some sunscreen and a hat to fight off the sun - all set! :D
The Niagara River connects Lake Erie to Lake Ontario, and provides the endless flow of water for the epic Niagara Falls. The river spouts out into Lake Ontario right next to the beautiful town of Niagara-On-The-Lake - one of my favorite places on earth. This town has been the backdrop for some of me and my wife's favorite memories together over the twelve years we've been together. We went on dates there... I asked her to marry me there... and we celebrated our sixth anniversary down there. Fort George is right next door to the town, and makes for a perfect starting point for the bike trip along the river. The trail there is well defined and runs all the way to Fort Erie (with a couple of trail interruptions along the way). I wasn't sure how far we'd be able to get, but I knew that we could make it to Queenston no problem, and then maybe just a bit further before having to turn back. I thought it would be awesome if we could bike it all the way to the Falls, but felt that might be an unlikely thing to plan on. I was excited to see how my recent stationary biking efforts would translate into real biking - figuring it would go well, as we wouldn't be hoofing it, but rather enjoying the ride and the views. I let my wife take the lead, as I thought it would be better for her to set the pace... the view of her butt the whole way there and back turned out to be a bonus I hadn't considered, lol. :D It was just such an incredible ride, the whole time was so enjoyable. There are a few sections of the route that are a real challenge, but for the most part it's extremely level, with a good mix of gentle slopes up and down. We made it to Queenston around noon, and stopped for the picnic lunch before getting underway again. I, like the dufus I am, forgot forks for the pasta salad, but thankfully a fancy restaurant at the park-grounds we stopped at let me have two disposable forks! :D
We got back on the trail and I had made some calculations on how far we could bike before having to turn back. We both wanted to see the Falls, both for pride's sake and because you can never see the Falls too many times, but it didn't seem totally possible. The view of the River and other features from Queenston to the Falls were spectacular! Bridges connecting Canada to the States, white water rapids at one point, a super cool looking hydro power plant, and then of course... the Falls! We were soooo close to reaching the Falls at my "turn-back" point, that we both just said "eff it, let's do it!" It would just mean that if we didn't make it back in good time, then we might be late picking up the kids from daycare. No big deal really, and we just HAD to finish that leg and see the Falls! :D It was a really sweet feeling having made it all the way there, having biked about 22km. It took about two hours to do so, but again, it was all just at a leisurely pace. I average a speed of 16km/half-hour on the stationary bike at a good resistance (trying to keep my quads conditioned for running), so you could definitely bike that faster if you wanted to and were in good shape. The way back was more downhill, so I had pretty good hopes that we would still make it back in good time. Well... we KILLED it on the way back, lol. There were a bunch of great downhill sections that allowed us to coast at good speeds for quite a while. Took use about an hour and twenty minutes to get back to our car! :D That also includes two stops we made to take some pictures and just enjoy the view some more. We were pretty proud of ourselves. :) My wife was pretty spent afterward, but I was amazed to find that all the conditioning I gained during my half marathon training hadn't left me! I haven't run long distance in almost two months, yet my body felt ready to go do another 43kms if I wanted! Gives me hope that when my knee stops bothering me, I'll be able to just pick things back up again.
So yeah. A gorgeous ride, I highly recommend that to anyone living nearby or visiting. If you visit, let me know and I'll totally come bike the trail with you!!! :D So that was Monday. Tuesday was just a nice laze around the house kind of day. Kid's played outside, we tidied up the house some, had a nice dinner, and then just enjoyed some win and a movie after the kids went to bed. True fact: a bottle of red wine shared between your spouse once a week is a requirement for a good marriage. Unless you hate each other... in which case... drinking may not be a good idea... :| moving on. :D
That's it. That's all. Sorry it was so long and conversational in tone, but for those that stayed and read it all (or those naughty readers that just skimmed and skipped to the end, lol) here are some pictures to enjoy! :D
A beautiful candid shot that a friend took of my wife and I at the wedding on Saturday...
The park where we stopped to eat lunch...
Queenston-Lewiston Bridge I think? Cool bridge, essentially, lol...
A shot of where the rapids empty into, and a cool cable car that takes you across to get a wicked view of it all...
The Falls!!! We made it, woohoo! :D
Our route (map image is turned sideways to show the entire route, not relative to true north)...
The two intrepid explorers, pre-sweated... did I mention it was INSANELY hot and humid that day? :D
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