Tag Archives: biking

Celebrating Cinco de Mayo in the MIA

7 May

Happy (belated) Cinco de Mayo, everyone! I hope everyone had a fabulous holiday.

Each year Addam plans a big camping trip or cookout on Cinco de Mayo weekend, so it was no surprise that he requested to have the fifth off. He’d been pulling recipes and penning grocery lists for the last week, so I knew that this year’s cookout was going to be just as good as in years past.

Addam and I packed up the bikes and headed to the park at about 3 p.m., making a brief stop at Publix to pick up some last minute items that we’d need for the bar-b-que. Once we got to Morningside Park I realized that I forgot to grab some buns, so I ran back to the apartment while Addam set up our shade tent.

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Ben, bikes, boats and Biscayne

9 Apr

I have yet to fully recover, but I figured there was a group of people out there waiting to hear all about the fabulous weekend Addam and I had with his little brother, Ben.

Ben got in Wednesday afternoon, making it ridiculously difficult for me to concentrate on the interviews I had to conduct before calling it a wrap on my work day. I did my best to stay focused, and Ben picked me up as soon as I finished up. At that point we had a few hours to kill before Addam got off work, but we decided to go for a swim in South Beach rather than hurry home.

It was the perfect afternoon for swimming and the first time I’d been in water since the new year. Ben was amazed by how blue the water was and kept saying that it was the only time he’d swam in an ocean so clear, but I couldn’t believe the waves. Addam and I must have been catching the tide at the wrong time, because any other time we’ve been they have been pretty weak. That day, however, they were making me their lap dog. The waves tossed me all over the ocean, and by the end of an hour I was pretty worn out.

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My “Ultra” fun weekend with friends and festies

28 Mar

Bear with me guys. It’s been a long week, and I’m going on a very minimal amount of sleep. That being said, I’m going to do my damnedest to write a full, coherent blog post.

After five or six years of service, Friday was Danae’s last day at Miami Today, so after work a group of us went down to Tobacco Road to celebrate her new opportunity. Addam got off work early, so he came out too. We spent a couple of hours hanging with the news crew before we decided to head down to Ultra, Miami’s very own, mini-Lollapalooza.

We couldn’t get in, but we hung by the fence in the hopes that someone would either drop or give us a ticket. Neither happened, so after an hour or so we headed home.

Once we got home I got a text from Danae, who said that she and her husband, Adrian, her friend Stephanie, who used to intern for Miami Today, and a few others were all heading to Churchill’s for after drink-drinks. Addam and I met up with them but didn’t pay the $8 cover to go in because we planned on crashing relatively earlier. (You know, 3 a.m. or so…)

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Movin’ On Up

30 Jan

OK, ok, ok , everyone — I’ve played a cruel joke. I didn’t realize that in my last post I had said that I would provide a timely update about my medical issues, unless I was going to die. It’s been a few days since my last update, but please, let me assure you — I am not about to croak. At least, I don’t think so…

You see, I never quite made it to my doctor’s appointment. I didn’t get paid until Wednesday, so I couldn’t really show up until my check had cleared. I rescheduled for Thursday morning, but as I was frantically trying to cross the road the bus I needed to catch passed me right up. (Yes, the driver saw me frantically waving her down — no, she did not stop.) I could have waited for the next one to come around, but by that point I had missed the express and wouldn’t have made it in time anyway. I decided to reschedule in lieu of missing both my appointment and a half-day of work.  So — I bought myself some time. My new appointment is scheduled for Wednesday morning.

That aside — I’ve had a pretty busy week.

On Wednesday evening I was supposed to pick Yoga up some food after work, but I never quite made that appointment either. Addam’s never been great with directions, but he really threw me a curveball that night. I ended up biking through quite possibly the worst part of town I have been to since moving to Miami. Right after I as going through a large group of suspicious looking individuals I moved to jump onto the sidewalk and completely ate pavement. My foot got wrapped in my chain and my head hit the ground. I worked to quickly get back on the bike and out of the neighborhood, but this guy started biking next to me! He didn’t really bother me expect to tell me that I was going to kill myself, but it was intimidating. I ignored him, and he was gone after about two blocks, but the entire situation was definitely unsettling. I googled my own directions and got the food the next day.

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Bikes, beaches, Biscayne

19 Sep

After a long work week it felt great to get back on the bike and back to the beaches.

As I said a couple of days ago, Addam was off this weekend so we decided to make a 13.5 mile bike ride down to Key Biscayne.  I slept in, so we got a late start, but as it was a very easy-going day I don’t think either one of us felt too rushed.

We made it out of our apartment around 1 or 2 p.m. and enjoyed some deliciously fattening Taco Bell on the way downtown.  (Addam had his usual meat and cheese in a crunchy shell.  I had the crispy potato soft taco.  Yummm).  I would have felt guilty, expect given the epic bike ride we were about to take I knew I’d need all the extra carbs I could afford.  So — after a quick lunch, we were on our way to Key Biscayne.

We decided to take Brickell Avenue to the bridge we needed to cross instead of Miami, as my office was on the way, and Addam hadn’t seen it yet.  We didn’t go inside, mostly because I didn’t have a key and partly because there are all these warnings up about a new alarm system, and I didn’t know if I would set them off.  And trust me — “There are penalties for false alarms.”  About 30 signs around the office remind me about them everyday.

After crossing the bridge over to the Keys, Addam and I were both pretty worn out and in desperate need of a water break.  This photo doesn’t do it justice, but the bridge was very long and very tall.  I feel like a bit of a girl to admit it, but after I reached a certain point, I had to accept defeat and walk my bike up the hump.  I’ve been exercising a lot lately, but my legs just weren’t quite built up enough to make the huff.

The break gave Addam and I little time to sit back and enjoy the afternoon sun, so in the end I’d say it was worth the 20 minutes or so we spent there.  In order to get to Key Biscayne, you have to bike through Virginia Key.  It’s much smaller, but we did find a cute little beach on the way, which is where we relaxed for a bit.  If we would have had money there would have been plenty to do there, as vendors were renting out all sorts of sporting equipment.  Sign after sign guaranteed that anyone could “learn to water ski in an hour,” but we didn’t have the time to take them up on their offer.  Maybe next time.  “In another life, brotha.”

After a quick break we were on our way once again.  We biked another bridge and made it to Key Biscayne by mid-afternoon.  It was starting to look like it was about to rain, but luckily it held off for us.

The whole island is a series of private beaches and parks, so we took our time as we headed down to the gardens.  I felt like we were spending the day at a resort location.  And, ok, I guess we kind of were, but even though I’m a Miamian now, it’s still weird for me to step out of my front door and into paradise.  In between some tennis courts and a huge playground we found another stretch of beach to check out.

Even given the location, the spot was pretty secluded.  I spent about 10 minutes taking photos and playing in the sand, but Addam became more than occupied with this crab he saw scurrying through the water.  We were both still full on Taco Bell, but I would love to go back sometime for a picnic or camping.

We didn’t stay long before moving on.  I do have to note that as we left we saw some wild chickens running around that I made Addam get a couple of shots of.  (It’s kind of funny — during this bike ride we passed as many random, unidentifiable animals as anyone could possibly imagine, and yet, I’m wowed by the chicken).

As we headed down to the southern-most tip of the island we rode through a series of bike trails.  As cliché as it may sound, it was beautiful.  Addam and I would break right between the trees and lay out on the hot payment, listening to the insects buzz while we bathed in the afternoon heat.  We weren’t in a hurry, and we were taking time.  As Frank Turner says in The Ballad of Me and My Friends, “If you’re all about the destination, then take a f-cking flight.  We’re going nowhere slowly, and we’re seeing all the sights.”

But eventually, a couple of hours before the sun began to descend into the crystal waters of the Caribbean, we made it to our final destination — a secluded spot on Bill Baggs Beach.

After jumping from sand dune to sand dune we found an empty area to relax and have a drink by the water.  From where we sat we had a gorgeous view of a lighthouse, which I really don’t know the story behind but plan on looking up.  Sitting there I couldn’t help but think how perfect the location would be for a wedding — and definitely made a mental note to look into it further.

After a long swim, Addam and I headed home.  As we only had about half an hour of daylight left, we opted to take the bus back to the “mainland.”  Even riding, the trip took about an hour, and I was so exhausted that I’m pretty sure I fell asleep with my head in Addam’s lap.  When I got home I pretty much collapsed into my bed, which explains why this post is coming to you a day late.

I don’t get many opportunities to shut off my mind and enjoy moments as I experience them.  I become so caught up in my own life that I cannot always appreciate my time as I spend it.  I’m glad that, on this day, I could.  At no point did I stop to contemplate what came next.  I was where I was, and that was enough.

“Just living is not enough. One must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower.” — Hans Christian Anderson, writer.