Author: Pam Kocke

NOLA mom of identical triplets. Talent Acquisition at Automattic. Enjoy reading and photography and sewing and bookbinding.

Five years on a bike

I have so many more pressing things to blog about (my 50th birthday, travels, family stuff) but hey, if I’m feeling inspired I should just go with it.

I was doing a ride on my Peloton this morning and realized I have had it for five years. I like milestones!

I’m pretty proud that I’ve kept with it for that long. Before I got one, I never wanted one. I never understood why anyone did. I had taken one spin class and NEVER AGAIN.

But then the pandemic hit, and I had to quit going to Orangetheory and so I figured, may as well. I ordered it right at the start of quarantine so I was able to get it pretty quickly, and my first ride was on April 13, 2020.

Since then, I’ve completed 3,397 workouts. Well, that sounds more impressive before I tell you that about 750 of those are sleep meditations. But over 2,300 are on the bike.

It will surprise no one that my favorite thing is doing live rides for my milestones and getting shout outs from the instructors. Here’s a memorable one from one of my very favorite instructors, Christine:

I’ve done live classes in New York and London, and just recently did some classes on the water (I was pathetically excited to see a row of Pelotons on the cruise ship last week.)

Fun stats:

  • 2320 rides
  • approx 42,000 minutes
  • 700 hours
  • 11.6 days, which is 2.3 days per year
  • wait this is sounding less impressive the more I go on so anyway

Anyway, it’s been great. Leg muscles are good. I drank the kool-aid.

Pics from studio rides:

17 years, 4 months

Posted on time! Woot!

It’s been a hell of a week – George got robbed half a block from our house at 8:45 in the evening last weekend (he’s okay, just battered and bruised – nothing broken), plus lots of other random crap. I’m happy to say that I’ll be on a cruise ship with a friend for the next week. The boys only have one week of school before spring break, and I think we all just need a break.

17 and one quarter

This year, Mardi Gras fell on the fourth. Mardi Gras Day starts early, so we took this on our way to take the ferry across the river at about 8:30am. However, once we got there, the boys learned their friend wasn’t coming, so they went home. Just as well. I’m pretty sure I would have embarrassed them if they’d come along.

(I was Sally O’Malley because I’M FIFTY. Somehow I managed not to throw my back out stretching and kicking.)

17+2

Again, taken on the right day, posted late. I had to get the pic first thing in the morning, because they had a soccer game 3.5 hours away and didn’t get home until after midnight. But they won the game! Now onto round 3 of the playoffs. This is very stressful.

I kind of like the light crocs/dark pants and dark crocs/light pants symmetry going on here.

Snow!

We had a truly magical day on Tuesday when we got about a foot of snow! It was insane, it was wonderful, it was the break from reality we all needed.

Wednesday was beautiful and sunny and cold, and the snow didn’t melt.

It’s still on the ground as of Thursday afternoon and it’s still fun to stomp in.

The fires in L.A.

I wrote a post about how the fires in Los Angeles affected my family. I don’t really want to rehash it here, but in a nutshell, my brother and his family are safe, but they lost their home in Altadena.

Jenny and I set up a GoFundMe for them.

They were on the news on Saturday.

I do want to post about my birthday celebrations that happened the weekend before, because they were excellent, but I’m not quite in the mood yet.

2025 can suck it.

17+1

My birthday celebrations started this weekend, so I’m a little late posting, even though I took it on the right day!

Istanbul (not Constantinople)

Earlier this month I went to Istanbul for a work trip and I swore to myself I’d blog about it because it was such a memorable place.

When we weren’t working, we were walking around a lot. We ate delicious food. We petted cats. We shopped. We probably didn’t haggle as much as we should have.

We visited very old buildings. We drank tea and coffee and people tried hard to sell us rugs. We stayed in Europe but visited Asia.

Did I mention there were a lot of cats?

Not a clue. But no complaints!

The street where our coworking spot was located was full of lighting stores. It was really interesting. Lamps and neon and parts and bulbs and everything you could possibly need to provide light. That was every store. There was another street that was all power tools. Another that was shops selling screws and nails and nuts and bolts. I loved that.

It took a long, long time to get there and a long, long time to get home, but it was worth it.

My ten year old puppy

Nine years ago today, Ziggy, the best dog in the whole world*, came to live with us. We guessed he was around 1 when we got him, so in our house, at least, today he is ten years old. A whole decade! And yet he is still my little baby puppy. Funny how that happens.

*except when he pees on things inside the house

Here’s to ten more years! At least!

17 years!

I am in Istanbul right now, so George had to take the picture, which is why you can’t see their feet. I can’t believe my tiny babies are 17! SEVENTEEN. I can’t wait to give them hugs tomorrow night!

16 years, 11 months

Gah! 17 in a month? 17 sounds so old! Blah.

And I’ll be on a work trip for their birthday, which makes me sad. Oh well.