Have a little Pride

I was asked by S to take pictures of her belly dance troupe, and so of course I said yes!  I thought I would get to parade route early and get myself a spot, somewhere in the sun and just sit there waiting for them to shimmy down the street in front of me.

What I got was the chance to ride my bike with them and take photos while they shimmied down the street!  It was the first parade I’ve been a part of and it happened to be the Seattle Gay Pride Parade.  It’s funny, the day started out with my nursing a slight headache and not feeling 100%, but I manned up and headed to downtown.  Parked the car and got on the bike and rode to the start of the parade.  It amazes me what some people called “costumes” but then it’s supposed to be a good time and it seemed to me that everyone was having a blast!

The ladies from the troupe had scarves that worked especially well in the wind and they all looked great in the sun!  Well done ladies and I look forward to the next time you’re performing!

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Holy shit what a day

Yesterday was a full day…  I started out in Ashford, which is near the Southwest corner of Mount Rainier National Park.  The festival wrapped the night before and I had a great party with the organizers and a few of the film makers who were able to attend.

I drove to Bellevue to have lunch with A before heading back to Vancouver.  We had some Mexican and I did a little movie shopping, but it was nice to just hang around for a little bit.

My goal was to get back to Vancouver by 5:45, in time to do Monday Fun Day.  Which is a group of people from work who come together on Mondays for various fun activities.  Last week it was touch football, this week someone thought it would be a good idea to do the Grouse Grind.  Normally I would think that person is drunk, yesterday though I thought they were on hard drugs and drunk at the same time.  The Grind is 2800 feet of elevation gain in 1.8 miles.  Someone at some point thought this was a good idea.  I assume it was a decision made in a bar. 

Somehow I got it in my head I needed to be in front of the pack, which meant setting a pace that will kill most people.  I have no idea why I thought I needed to practically run up the hill, when I say hill it’s a approximately 56% slope (30 degrees) which mean’s it’s fucking steep.  Someone at some point installed 2830 stairs to “help” you make the climb.  Which means they installed more pain into the already painful climb.  Basically after the first 1/4 of the climb (that’s 1/4 elevation gain not distance travelled) I had to stop and take a bit of a rest.  Which meant I had to watch the rest of the group pass me by and have a bit of a chuckle at my pain.  Which I can’t blame them, I would have laughed at me if I had passed me while I was wheezing on the side of the trail.

After the first 1/4 I decided I needed a goal, I had to make it to the top before T (My boss), which I know is a pretty low goal, but the reality is I needed to make it there before him.  Just to save the suspense I made it to the top before him, not that much faster, but I made it.

I realized something after the first part of the hike / death march, I remembered something from Survival Science and the snowshoeing trip we had done, I remember taking my time and not really stopping just plodding along with the goal in mind, but not forgetting the journey.

With the journey in mind I no longer needed to make it up the hill in record time, I just needed to make it to the top in one piece.  I had a much better time walking than running and I had a great time.  I ended up talking with a couple of Germans, one is a student here and the other is visiting her friend here.  I decided that I had made the right decision in walking up the hill without the need to race, it was much more satisfying than the alternative.

At the top we had a few beers and some nachos, which basically undid all the exercise I had done on the way up the hill, but the beer was cold and the nachos were a 5 out of 10.

A quote

“Life’s journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body.  But rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting ‘Holy Shit…  What a ride!’”

RIFF Day 1 & 2

It’s time for the Rainier Independent Film Festival (RIFF) in Ashford, WA.  I’ve been involved with the festival since 2007, which I guess that means from the beginning.  It’s a great weekend away from the hustle of the city to watch some good, bad and ugly movies in the shadow of Mt Rainier. 

This year we started the festival with Spooner, a comedy that sits nicely in the genre that contains Napoleon Dynamite, Rushmore, and pretty much anything else Wes Anderson has done.  Spooner has quite a good cast, Matthew Lillard heads up the cast as Herman Spooner, an almost 30 year old still living at home with his folks who works as a used car salesman.  Part of the story has Spooner getting evicted by his folks on his 30th birthday.  A few days prior to his being kicked to the curb he meets the girl of his dreams, played by Nora Zehetner, on the side of the road.  What unfolds is a sweet as it is awkward, the girl Spooner meets is leaving the country to teach in the Philippines.  All Spooner can do is try and find a way to keep her nearby, only to find out that sometimes you have to travel to find what’s most important to you.

Hopefully the lineup tonight is as good as the opener last night.

An open challenge to myself

That’s right I’m challenging myself to write something on the old blog once a week for the rest of the year.  This may seem like a low goal to some and to others it may seem like there’s no point to this exercise, but it’s not for them it’s for me! 

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Rambling

mapmap2Yesterday was a great day.  Started out with an awesome ride in to the office. 

The ride isn’t the same as the ride I used to have in Seattle.  What used to be a 4.5k ride from my place in Seattle to my office is now a 9.8k ride from my home to my office in Vancouver.    It went from being pretty flat to being a hill climb, which is not to say I’m lazy or out of shape, but the first time I rode to work in Van, it almost killed me.  Double the length of the ride and add in a hill climb and there’s no need for coffee to get me started in the morning any more.

Ok so back to yesterday, the ride in was good, the weather here has been fantastic, high 80’s and clear for the last week.  After getting to the office I parked my bike, got onto a bus and headed for UBC and the Amazing Accessible Race (AAR) which is a series of challenges meant to expose an able bodied person to the trials of living with a disability. 

The highlight of the AAR was trying sledge hockey, which is essentially strapping an ice skate onto your butt and sliding around trying to play hockey.  All ten people on the team got the chance to try the sledge which was both good and bad.  My turn consisted of my trying to navigate the ice and the equipment as quickly as possible as the equipment reeked.

Once we got through with the AAR, we went back to the office long enough to eat some lunch then head to the play a little pitch and putt.  So in essence yesterday was a non-work day.  I swear I’m working really hard up here…