Penticton In Less Than A Week!

Cycling in Penticton, B.C. during Easter (Spring) Break!
Leaving April 2nd, and returning April 12, I'll be flying back.

I'll probably bike five-six times (personal and  weather depending).

Goal is to bike more than 50km (all my rides last year were 50km or less), and I should be stronger this year, so goal is for longer rides.  

The rides will be just my Papa and I, so that'll be nice to have some quality time together on our bikes.

New Rule At School

I use my phone for music when I'm in class, I really only have two people to text and they don't text me a lot.  I listen to the music during individual work time, not when the teachers are giving us instructions.  Music keeps me calm and keeps my mental processes at bay, it keeps my internal thoughts at a minimum, and helps me to focus.
That is the reason I use my phone in class.  I don't fool around, I don't talk at all, I don't even have that opportunity.  I am in school for a purpose and I am here to learn and get good grades so I can have a successful future.  I want good grades, I want to try, and I want to be at school.
But teachers, and the school board, need to realise that this is society right now.  Music helps so many people and taking it away isn't fair to the students who really do try, get good grades (or try/want to get good grades) .  Sure, there are students who fool around, slack off, and truly don't want to be there; but it will hit them one day.  And they will be sorry and they will want to get somewhere.  They will find that one thing that makes them want to be alive, whether they are fifteen, or twenty-six.

Cycling - Spin Class

This week, Wednesday, will be the 10th week of 17 Weeks to Spring (an annual winter spin class for my cycling).  We will be doing Zone 5 in short bursts, which will total 3 minutes by the end of the hour. Warm-up, water, and cool-down is crutial.  My average cadence goal is 85 or higher (number of pedal rotations per minute) for the night.

Current cadence record: 150 rpm (in spin ups, Jan 28, 2015)

"Where I'm From"

I am from long, twisting roads and wind in my hair;

From Christie’s cookies and milk on cold winter days.

I am from a broken-home, light bulbs dull,

Tension around every corner, and smelling like lemon and wood.

I am from drooping sunflowers and hopeful daisies;

From raspberry bushes and tall mountainous figures.

I am from coloured Easter eggs and high hopes;

From Hodgsons and Christies, grammas and papas.

I am from stubbornness and grudge holders;

From ‘suck-it-up’ and ‘get-over-it’.

I am from a lack of faith, I believe our loved ones may be

Looking down on us, guiding and protecting us.

I'm from my mother, granddaughter of Chris Christie; 

From nights filled with cold cereal and warm milk. 

From snow-covered hills and my papa’s laughter, from tobogganing to skating; 

The outgoing and stubbornness from him and my gramma, I have them to thank it for.

I am from photo albums, locked away in hidden boxes;

We can't see them until the passing of my gramma and papa; 

I hope I will never get to see the photo albums.

The amount of work that's gone into them is priceless;

Every moment has been documented

As a single, precious moment.

Those moments fill all of the forgotten memories;

These photo albums are priceless to me.

Sydney Dahl