First of all – Happy New Year! I hope you had a great time last night ringing in the new year with friends and/or family. Or family friends. Or your dog.

2014 felt like it dragged on forever, didn’t it? I don’t know, maybe it’s just me. I had a pretty big year though – lots of things happened:


IMG_3935When I look at what I did last year I have to say I’m quite proud of my accomplishments. They are all real, human, attainable things. In 2014 I made a more conscious effort to be healthier, and it worked! I am cooking new things, experimenting outside of the meat and potatoes lifestyle I was used to. Kale has become my favorite food (I’m still very guilty when it comes to bacon though, haha.) Plus, I have fallen in love with biking more than anything else! It makes me feel amazing.

I have so much to be thankful for in life. Some days are quite overwhelming, but then the next morning comes and it’s a chance to start over. Do something different. Think something different. Improve.

For 2015, I’m not going to set a resolution yet again, but rather, a general sense of responsibility. To lead the best life that I can, I’m going to keep on eating well and biking. I’m going to treasure the relationships I have, and remember that each day is a new chance to do something different. I will not settle.

Love always,


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Hitting 400

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.

As always,


1000 Julys

So that’s actually the name of a song I love by Third Eye Blind. Remember them? yeah, good times. So a lot has happened since my last post, which seems like eons ago! Where to begin..

So for years now, pretty much my whole life really, I’ve had strep throat frequently – way more than any normal person should. So at 28 I had a tonsillectomy. Let me tell you, it is NO joyride. I learned not to trust what ANYONE else says about the process besides your surgeon because it is different for every patient. For example;

I was told day 7 was the worst possible day for pain. For me it was day 8. I had my tonsils and adenoids removed. They were massive. And, being not-so-in-shape, unable to swallow pain meds, and overall super stressed out about the process, I ended up being re-admitted to the hospital the day after surgery because I wasn’t taking kindly to the process. I spent a total of 9 days recovering in the hospital, and the 10th day I drove back home. I probably shouldn’t have, but there ya go.

Now I’m back in Goose Bay. I dropped my mom off again in St. Lewis and spent one night there, last night. She was kind enough to spend that time in St. Anthony with me while I was healing.

So now it’s off to work again tomorrow. I’m still feeling really weak, and it’s going to take some time before I have the energy to bike and get back to my normal steady-go lifestyle. I ate a good supper for the first time in nearly two weeks. It’s been a spoonful here and there of cream wheat or popsicles up until tonight (thanks for the smoked salmon, dad!).

Other than that one big thing I guess it’s a lot of tiny things. I’ve come to a few conclusions in my life that I guess came with all that time lying in my hospital bed pondering over how I was leading my life. It really does seem like forever trying to pass a day when you’re just lying there, fyi.

I’ve decided I’m going to give up on the dating scene. I’ve had a lot of bad luck lately, not entirely my or the other persons fault, but I’ve decided it’s best that I just live my life and give up on trying to find that ‘one’ person who’s supposed to make everything right. I’m having way too much fun riding my bike, working my ass off, adventuring in my truck and hanging out with my friends to have that much time to devote to another person. Like it or not, the reality is, having that other person around changes you. It turns out I’m not ready to take that turn again yet.

I also came to the realization that my health is now my number one priority. During my stay in the hospital I lost a total of 15 pounds and man can I notice it. I have a goal in mind of where I want to be, and a rough estimate of when I want to be there. I’m going to work harder than ever before, and I’m excited for the ride. Less salt, less stress, more smiles. So many smiles.

Love to you all. It’s great to be back in blog land.