Dudes, it’s been a hot minute hasn’t it? I had the best of intentions, but well, you know how it is.

Every week, I’d think, hmm, I should write about that. And then the moment would be gone. I suppose I’ve been wondering what the point is of jotting down the inner workings of my brain on the world wide web.

But well, I have time so – why not see what happens.

I’m not exaggerating or telling tales when I say that I have no idea what will come next. I don’t have a plan. There isn’t an outline. I don’t have a notepad full of notes. There isn’t a Word document titled To Blog About . Maybe this is the reason why it’s taken me so dang long to do this thing I’ve been doing here for a very long time.

Don’t know. It is what it is. And the secret is – I haven’t got much to say right now.

It’s the summer. I like it. As much as my body dislikes the heat – I enjoy it. I find people are friendlier in the summer. There is less scowling. Fewer grumpy people in the grocery store. More people willing to hold open a door. Less hunching of the shoulders. More eye contact. But underneath it all – I’m sweating, a lot. A lot of sweat. But it’s worth it. Besides, soon it will be so cold that the air will hurt my face.

Normally I tell you about all the things I’ve been up to. The events I have signed up for. The frantic training. The stress about the events. The doubts. The insecurities. The milestones. Well, this summer there aren’t any events.

Okay – one, but it’s not anything I’m overthinking or stressing over.

Last summer I thought I’d do some MTB racing. I signed up for a local series. And I didn’t go to one single race. Too nervous. Too everything. So I decided that my MTB racing days are behind me. I don’t need to be scared on my MTB. I like riding at Larose. Fast, swoopy, gentle trails with a mega dose of green and quiet. This is why I ride my MTB. There is minimal being scared at Larose. And if it does happen, it’s because I’m talking too much and not paying attention to what I’m doing.

Also, no swimming events this summer. Last summer was all about swimming. I swam a lot. I spent a lot of time thinking about swimming. I stressed a lot about swimming. I revelled in it and I also grew tired. By the middle of August, my body simply could not swim. I hit my wall. 4 kms. This was it. Swimming is hard. It takes a lot of training and technique to swim long distances. I found last year I spent so much in the water that I missed my bikes. And I was stressed. Oh boy was I stressed. Anxiety. Stress. Overthinking. Call it what you want – it was happening. Don’t get me wrong – I’m so happy I did the two events. Some days I sit here and think – dude, you really did that!

So this summer is different. No events. Just the 100% Feminin Ride in August. I missed this last year due to the virus that shall not be named.

I’m riding a lot more. I’m still swimming. But not as much. In fact I’ve developed a new habit. Plan to swim. Pack my bag. Set my alarm. Tell Marc that I’ll be swimming and what my swim plan is in the event of disappearance in the deep blue wonder. And then nothing. Alarm goes off. I turn it off. Think about getting up. Change my mind. Go back to sleep. And tell myself that I’ll go tomorrow. Strangely, this elusive tomorrow never seems to come.

I think this is okay. I mean, I’m okay with it. Don’t get me wrong, I had serious FOMO during Bring On The Bay. I vowed to Marc that I will do it next year. I even suggested I’d go for 10 in a row. Marc’s response was to aim for two and see what happens. Besides, BOTB has new t-shirts – and I need one.

Yeah. So, now I’m drawing a blank. Nothing. Not sure. Maybe this is the end of the blog? Or if I sit here for a while, something might creep in. Hard to know.

Okay, yep, looks like this is it. Hope you weren’t expecting more. Because, ya, I’ve got nothing. We’ll see, maybe I’ll try this again next week.

I’m off to look at my gardens. So much weeding. No one told me about the weeding.

And because I know you’re more likely to click and read this if I add a photo or two, here are some photos. Random photos.

Of course you’ve already read all the way to the end. So these photos are kind of in the wrong place. Oh well.