kickyboots.comHomeAboutReach MeMy old blogMy review siteSubscribeFBTwitterSome of the BestSeptember 2, 2015 Posted in UncategorizedThis summer kicked my rear. Hard. There came a point mid-August where I found myself wondering if the psych ward could come and pick me up, because I was ready and waiting at the foot of my driveway in a homemade straight jacket. I won’t bother with the details, just know that I was beyond exhausted and stretched and yeah. Long month.Anywhoozers. It’s September now! Yay! Kids should be school but aren’t (what the heck, BC?) but it’s ok. The weather has changed ever so slightly and fall is my favourite. Fall means soup and pumpkin lattes and homemade biscuits and ALL THREE OF MY KIDS IN SCHOOL.When I scroll back through all the photos on my phone, I marvel at all the fun we have had in the past couple months, even though I was so tired out for most of it. Maybe that’s just how life goes? I don’t know.This photo of Avelyn is like a punch in the gut; she looks so grown up and on the cusp of adolescence. So not ready.Steve has been around more this summer than any on record and the balance in our home is so much better when he’s near.Karenna has the music inside of her.Mackie is the son Steve never had. They spoon everyday.Brin turned five! Poor kid’s birthday fell on the same day as my big bike race so was somewhat overshadowed but we made it up to her with a family party and a friend party and a whole lot of ice cream cake.My mom turned 60 so the whole family came out to Summerland to celebrate. We took her on a trail ride.At the very end of the Challenge triathlon, we were able to cross with our kids. Here are the three members of our team with our gaggle of children.Here’s to fall!1 commentleave some loveshare with a friendAngella - How are our girls almost preteens? HOW?!?90 Km, Yes!August 31, 2015 Posted in Family Matters,Fitness,Friends Are SwellI said yes. They asked if I would ride my bike 90 km on their team and before I had even sat perched on a road bike, I said yes.I said yes. Steve asked if I wanted to go for a bike ride with the family and try out my new road bike and learn how to clip into my pedals, and I said yes. Then I fell, attached to my bike, flat on my rear. Twice. I choked down a mild case of PTSD, kept on trying, and finally figured out how to unclip from my bike without crying.I said yes to indoor training classes, yes to a way-over-my-head training camp, yes to biking up mountains when I had only ever been on two rides. Yes, yes, yes!I also said yes to work, to my kids, to my marriage, to life, which means I didn’t get to train the way I thought I would. In retrospect, it’s laughable that I thought I would have many three-hour windows with no work or kids in which to go for training rides. That’s funny!I did my best though. I did.Yes.This was snapped by Steve, seconds before I crossed the finish line. That’s my dad ch