Friday, February 26, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Ah ha! I think this is what's happening to me. The Sap-O-Meter explains it all. In terms of Alex Bilodeau and his brother and their story at the Olympics (seriously, read this article) I cry. Easily. If you don't know, Alex Bilodeau's brother has CP. To quote the Olympian: "It puts everything back into perspective. I’ve got that chance to train, and maybe one day will be an Olympic champion, and I’ll take it. Even if it’s raining, I’ll take it. I’ll go train. He doesn’t even have that chance, and he has a smile. Every morning he wakes up, and he’s got all the right to complain, and he never complains.…We can learn from those people.”
Sunday, February 14, 2010
I covered most of the misery on sticks sports this weekend: cross country, alpine, moguls and biathalon. Granted, I was only physically involved in two of these sporting events, but hey, we can all live vicariously through the Olympics, no?
Marsh Lake Loppet: I run 10km faster than I ski it. That's not how it's supposed to work:
Ski Patrol: Gorgeous warm and sunny day on the slopes:
Men's and Women's Moguls: Go Canada! I hate overt patriotism (how many of us choose the country we can home? it's luck I was born here), but it was pretty awesome to be in the bar at Sima watching Alexandre Bilodeau win his gold medal: (AP Photo)
Biathalon: The men's 10km sprint. It took me over an hour to ski 10km. These guys do it in less than 25 minutes and they stop twice to shoot 5 targets, which if they miss, they have to ski and extra 150m. Insanity. And weirdly compelling:(photo from ctvolympics.ca)
I have to admit it....I am being sucked into the Olympics against my better judgement.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Dear Mt McIntyre,
Fine. So you won today. That pretty little ascent trail sketched out on green on the xc ski club map looks like it might be fun - an adventure even. And granted - not your fault - Julie said the ascent wasn't that bad. And the sun was shining and it was super warm for February. But even with those things in your favour, you still kicked my ass. I am not impressed. But be forewarned: I will be back in the summer and I will be bringing my bicycle.
At least I can thank you for contributing to the deep sleep into which I will soon be falling.