Cycling in Vancouver | Ride Bikes Everyday

This winter has not been very bright and cycling-friendly in Vancouver. Last year at this time, I remember countless freezing sub-zero (yet dry!) rides with my friends. Early morning 6am spins before the sun would even rise over the winter skies, and then happily spinning to the office where my sweatless-self will jump into a cold shower— not doing much to warm up my frozen fingers, but doing lots of good for the soul.

Because of the weather, I have to admit I’ve been lazy the last couple months. My last ride longer than a one way commute was in November, and I have had zero motivation to peel myself out of bed early in the morning for a training ride in the pouring rain that’s been drenching the city. But I am still shamelessly happy to say that I am still more active than the majority of the population— I’ve been riding my bike to work every day, rain or shine, thanks to the hideous fenders I got installed on my beautiful race bike!  I really have no excuse to join the ranks of those fair-weather riders.

My fitness is still up, legs are strong and my heart is very, very happy. I think everyone needs to try it! This was also the perfect time to force myself back to the gym to lift weights daily, so I don’t have to feel guilty once I start spending all my free time on my bike again.

Here are some shots I took during my cycling adventures last January. It is such a huge contrast to this year, no thanks to El Niño. Looking at these makes me really motivated to ride again!

Our award for peeling ourselves out of the warm covers of our blankets, and immersing ourselves into sub-zero temperatures. You can never get enough of sunrises like this.

I can’t remember how many of them I caught, but we all know how invigorating and amazing it feels to be out exercising at this hour, while the rest of the city was just waking up.

I’d be out along with my people— the early morning fitness enthusiasts, simply wanting to start our day right.

Sometimes the skies would be gloomy, but all that mattered was that we were out there, moving our bodies and being grateful for the beautiful surroundings.

Up mountains, through tunnels and over bridges we go…

Some evenings, I would get off work early enough, just in time to see the sun set over the city.

And to extend my commute by riding a few laps around Stanley Park, until the dark, crisp night sky enveloped me.

Sometimes I’d head over the bridge and take shitty photos of the Vancouver skyline at night.

The evening commutes over the viaduct into the heart of Vancouver would be clear and dry… a sight I haven’t seen this winter!