A year ago I never thought I would be here.
Yesterday, after a 12km night ride under the moon, I surpassed the 400km mark on my Avro. When I got home and marked my nightly adventure on my calendar I realized I’d hit 409km. That made me sooooo happy.
A year ago I struggled to get 2km on my old beater bike. Not that it had much to do with the bike, really. It had a lot to do with me not trying hard enough, not forcing through the hurt, not pacing, not taking breaks, not giving it my all. Moving over the 400km line makes me immensely proud. That’s like… cycling to Port Hope Simpson from here. That’s pretty amazeballs.
Goose Bay probably has another solid 3.5 months before the snow starts to arrive in an amount that would impede biking, so I’m hoping for another 300km yet. That would be great. I think that’s pretty attainable at the rate that I’m going now. I really hope nothing happens to stop this progress.
My throat is healing well, so well that I cracked a bottle of Stella tonight after my bike ride. It’s going down nicely 😉
Here’s a few photos from the time I’ve missed on here, since August 2.
Writer and photographer from remote Labrador, Canada. Just another cold Labradorian chillin' in the Big Land. Can most likely be found walking my dog Grace or behind an iMac screen slowly taking over the interwebs.