Admittedly, I love to bike and – quite obvious to anyone who follows me on social media – can be a bit obsessive about it.
Often I am stopped at the park by someone asking about the equipment I use or a good place to pedal. I always enjoy the conversation and frequently laugh at the look of shock some people show at the cost of my gear.
It was a rainy Saturday morning two years ago in Pittsburgh when my former Red Cross colleagues and I received the call to respond to the Tree of Life Synagogue massacre.
Within two hours of that call, we found ourselves in a large room with the families of those who had missing loved ones – people who were awaiting to hear news, any news. It would be hours – many long and agonizing hours – before they learned that their loved ones were all deceased, killed by a mad man while attending a church service – let me repeat that… killed while attending a church service.
For those of us “older folks” who remember a time before computers and the internet, the start of this “new age” of technology was actually pretty easy – just use the same username and password for every website… all set!
Well, fairly quickly we realized (at least I hope we [all] realized… image of the scene from Space Balls in my mind) this wasn’t a good move!
It’s that time of year again; time to hit the reset button on the odometer and begin anew. But, are we really starting over from zero, or are we actually course-correcting during a much longer journey?
This past week, my brother, his brother-in-law, and I traveled to Tioga County to bike and hike what is commonly referred to as The Grand Canyon of Pennsylvania. Avid cyclists, we rented a cabin a few miles outside of Wellsboro, where we had easy access to bike and hike the Pine Creek Rail Trail and east and west rims of the canyon located in Leonard Harrison and Colton Point State Parks, respectively. Continue reading “In Search of the WOW”
For the past four years I have been blessed to serve as the Director of Marketing and Communications for the American Red Cross Greater Pennsylvania Region, where I have had the privilege to work alongside a talented and dedicated group of staff and volunteers who remind me each and every day what it means to serve others. Continue reading “The Next Chapter”
For the first time in many, many months I was able to turn off all electronics and sneak away for an unplugged weekend. It was just me, my bike, a camera, and… let’s just say… a few beers. Continue reading “Beer and a Bicycle”
Mile 0 – That’s where I was on January 1, resetting my exercise mileage clock and heading out for a brisk bike ride along the James River in Lynchburg while most were still snoozing off their booze from the night before. I end the year this evening sitting in Pennsylvania, a place I am once again happy to call home. The exercise clock today sits at 2,361 miles, good miles traveled by bike and foot. What a ride it has been. Continue reading “2,400 Miles Later”