How I became a Master Gloder in P.E.I
Tuesday, August 11th, 2009Twelve kms on P.E.I’s gorgeous Confederation Tail on the first day out of our family cycle trip and I discoverd that I was, indeed, a master gloder.
I also discovered that Kiddo Number One has inherited my love for playing with Canadian words.
“Mom, I gloded for 1 kilometre.”
“You glided, I mean glid, I mean … good for you, now you know how to glide.”
“No, I glode. If I was riding my bike I would have rode but I was gliding so I glode.”
“Then you can’t say you are riding your bike if you are gliding. And you can’t say you are a rider.”
“I’m not saying I am riding, I am gliding and I’m finished gliding and since I already did it I’m not a rider I’m a gloder.”
At the next 6 kms I discovered that gloding also runs in the family. With tight calves I had mastered the art.