My yearly summertime Ironman training pond. Would be good training for the Norseman Ironman as water is 57 F. 12 C in Norway for that swim. Cycling elevation gain 5000 m. Hope to qualify.
A remarkable photograph showing workers constructing 4th Avenue in 1909 with picks and shovels in Vancouver. The streetcar tracks that would soon be put in. back breaking work this was. This before and after shot was taken near where Waterloo Street and bike route would later cross it.
This is Andrew at my local coffee shop. He is a front line worker as far as Im concerned. I usually give him a tip as he is only 15 and makes little money. Today I gave him a generous Christmas bonus. His smile was so big he took his mask off to show me and his braces almost locked up.
Happy New Year to workers like Andrew. Please help them out!
This is John Unger and his dog Schoep. This photo captured him floating his dog to sleep in Lake Superior where they used to swim. Unfortunately the dog developed cancer and severe arthritis, and had only weeks to live. John responded by taking him to Lake Superior every night to ease the pain in his final days. Unconditional love to the end
November 29 will always be a special day for me. The day I set a world record cycling up Balwin street in New Zealand. The steepest street in the world at 35%. The record still stands today despite several attempts to break it.
In Alaska, wood frogs freeze for seven months a year. Their hearts stop beating, their blood no longer flows and their glucose levels sky rocket. When finally the weather gets warmer, they thaw and hop away.
Thats all I have to say about that!
We stood at attention all in unison an amazing powerful feeling being among almost 1000 firefighters on our main downtown Vancouver street . Standing at attention in the sudden hailstorm, the hail pellets bouncing off our dress caps and tiny white hail balls sticking to our dress blues.It felt so sad but comforting to be here ...It felt so good to be with my brothers and sisters again... I felt proud in full dress uniform again. A giant rainbow appeared through the sky just as the fire trucks and funeral procession slowly crawled and by and we each saluted.I knew what the rainbow meant, It was a magical moment. We all marched along behind in solidarity like soldiers all together in perfect time, a long tightly knit line, our shoes hitting the pavement together at once, the sidewalks filled with stunned onlookers... it was an amazing funeral for an amazing firefighter.It was bittersweet returning in the afternoon rushing back to the living nightmare of the gloomy sad sub basement treatment room at the cancer centre going through my third battle . Attending a funeral for a firefighter that died of work related cancer and then rushing for treatment of my own work related cancer. I was so rushed I wore my dress uniform. Everyone looked at me surprised, the doctors and nurses, the people on cots in gowns the very sick, I could here whispers. I felt so bad and embarassed. I felt bad because we usually arrived fully dressed and ready to help them.... and all these poor cancer patients really needed help. There was absolutely nothing I could do for them but sadly sit amongst them waiting for my turn . I wondered what my funeral might be like. I felt some solace knowing I was determined get out of here.... I will get back on my bike again and finish my journey....The two most important days of you life are the day you were born and the day you find out why! That day I found out why.
In memory of the
FIRE FIGHTER CYCLE
FIRE FIGHTER CYCLE
A Cycle Around the World For Cancer Charity