When I adopted my dog Glen, my mother gave me a warning. “You have to be careful. Before I had children I bought a cute dog. I loved him more than anything. He was really cute. Then I gave birth to three kids. They were pretty cute. But my dog…” Thankfully she got distracted criticizing something else about me, but the message was received.
You might be wondering what these things have in common. Well, Mixte for one. As you may have noticed by this point, we aren’t big on doing things with an average spin. Our holiday party was no exception.
I was tired. My legs hurt as I pedaled. My face had a layer of salt and dirt on it that streams of sweat trickled through. To be honest, I could have used a really cold beer. But it wasn’t about me. It was about Kerry, and remembering a man who I never knew personally but knew he was worth the journey we had all embarked on.
Bikes, bikes and more bikes. If you’ve ever wondered what an entire week of bicycling events feels like, I invite you to continue reading.
I commute on a nearly 25-year-old, slightly bent, kinda rusted Specialized bicycle. I bought it very used ten years ago when I sold my car and committed to a bicycle commute for one year.
I had been looking forward to this day for a year and a half. The 2014 Edward L. Bernays had been on my radar since I began working in public relations and I was not going to miss them. I had an entire week blocked out in my May calendar solely dedicated to submitting these award entries for Mixte and our clients. I had stocked up on snacks, coffee and nonperishable canned goods. My cell phone and internet service were impeccable and my files organized and ready. You could say I was determined.