Let me fill you in. When our bikes were shipped to Edmonton, they were literally tossed in a moving truck. No crating, no wrapping, nothing. When the truck door opened, I think Shaun's jaw had to be lifted off the ground. Bonus points if you can find my bike in the photo below.
This morning was our first class of many more to come, which meets on Saturday mornings and Tuesday evenings. The class is in the bike shop and I honestly don't think could have been any better. Everything about the class was awesome, and the people were even better. It's true what they say about Canadians: they are the friendliest in the land, and it's been so comforting to meet people that are so genuinely nice and share similar interests. We got our bikes set up on our trainers and settled in for a 90-minute ride.
After class, there was hot coffee and pastries for everyone. Attempting to not ruin my entire workout, I ate two bites of a gloriously amazing cinnamon roll and downed two large cups of coffee like it was my job. I'm currently at home drinking my third. Don't judge me. We met some other cyclists and chatted with the shop owner more who really encouraged us to make the shop a second home. I really loved that, and look forward to spending a lot of time there learning from everyone and pushing myself to become a better athlete.
With our workout logged for the day (and my farmer's market shopping already done at the crack of dawn) it's time to shower and get settled in for the game.