Workshop and Biking to work

So my bike group --the Halifax Cycling Coalition-- threw a major workshop over the weekend. Pretty well attended by people from all over the province who are seriously interested in getting youth to be more active through cycling.

Pretty great to see some new faces interested in cycling! The major result was that more people want to see a social marketing spin used to get people to cycle. That's pretty awesome since I've been working on this sort of project for the past 6-7 months.

So we're on the right track, as far as public participation is concerned.

I've started my clinical rotation at the hospitals again. Last... one... ever! Thank God because I can't afford to take out another loan! Nothing too too crazy or funny to report yet. One thing that brightens my day is the sheer amount of bikes at the racks at work in the morning.

Other than that though, I feel as though I am a little overworked. Three days on and two days off, when you're working 12 hour shifts feels draining. Thank God I'm in love with this career-path I've carved out for myself.

Hoping to post later in the week. Holla!

A Wet Day at Work and these Bike Racks just won't do.

It was pretty moist today at work. We're in an older hospital, and the air exchange isn't the greatest, which makes the job on very hot and/or humid days a little uncomfortable. The patients are feeling it too. Some are getting quite vexed by it. There are others however that are dealing with it as best as they can, like the old lady that asked me if she could have 20 towels for the day and if we could freeze a jug of water solid for her overnight tonight. I'm only assuming she'd take that frozen jug and hug it overnight until all the worries in her world melted away. Because that's what I'd do. I told her I didn't think we had enough towels to meet her demands. She got a little upset and threw a moist facecloth at me. I'm assuming the moisture was sweat, which makes it pretty gross because it hit me in the face.

My mouth was open a little bit.

After work I picked my ass off the futon in my cramped bedroom (a story for another day) and went straight to the store to get groceries to make myself a supper that would last me for the week. When I got to the bike racks, I was pleased to find them nearly full. This makes me quite happy and restores my faith in society, as people seem to be understanding that a bike can be as utilitarian as it can be for fitness and sport. In some cases, bikes can be just as utilitarian as a car.

While I was in the store however, I couldn't concentrate because I had this song in my head the entire time. The cashier I had was young and cute. Despite this fact, we did not engage in conversation.