“I see Jween, I see Jween!” Excitedly said my older daughter from the backseat of our car one afternoon when my wife picked me up after work. My older daughter was three at the time. My wife cracked up as normally my daughter called me “daddy" but she knew my wife called me “Gene”. She … Continue reading A ’Family’ar’ Language of Lujz (Love)
Winter brings crisp, cold air to the Ottawa Valley. It is an opportunity to dwell in the basement or thrive on the ski trails. Today I chose to dwell in the basement with the company of my Cervélo, my Tacx trainer, and FulGaz. With Christmas behind us it is now time to get fit again.