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End of the season…

IMG_0861IMG_0859 The season started early with a opening day trip up to Whistler.  I got there early and there was a massive line, I was saved from the like by a friend who had an extra lift pass for the day.  We ended up having a bite to eat before hitting the slopes and then drinking our way into oblivion that night and well into the next morning!  I made some new friends and got a chance to play around in the snow with some old and new friends.

Flash forward to the middle of the season and suddenly we had a lack of snow and the local mountains were hurting, it didn’t stop me from hitting the slopes at Cypress enough times to make up for the cost of the season pass.  It didn’t make a whole lot of difference though, the lack of snow and the generally poor conditions didn’t help, but the lack of time to go riding definitely didn’t help either.

And here we are at the end of the season and I ended it in Whistler, just like I started it.  This time on a new board and slightly better than last year.  I was able to go on runs I hadn’t thought possible last year and I had a great time!  Whistler is and always will be one of my favorite places to ride, but I’m looking towards other adventures and trying to figure out a way to keep riding a little longer if not get some more experience under my belt and do some backcountry riding, maybe even a little heli-skiing if I’m up for it.

The riding has been good and I’m glad for the friends who berated me into trying it last season, I still get ribbed for wanting to go snowshoeing instead…  Thanks again guys for making me hit the slopes, you introduced me to a sport I love and I’m very thankful for having such persuasive friends!

People and Places

So what’s a guy supposed to do?  I have options after working an event such as the one I am just now wrapping up.  I’m torn at the moment, there are options that would keep me close to home as well as some that would have me moving across the planet.  Which do I pick?  Where should I go? 

Maybe I should just take a holiday and just sleep on the beach for a bit and find my center.  Course the last time I spent any time on the beach was that time in Thailand… Wow, from what I remember it must have been a good time!  Maybe that’s what I need, a good party, something on the epic scale of the full moon party.

It’s not that I hate the holidays…

I just wish I didn’t have to deal with them.  I’ve been told that I’m supposed to be a certain way during this time of year.  Well I’d rather not.  I’m going to start something new this year, as of today my own tradition will be to not be around for the “usual” holiday things.  Instead I’m going to travel to a destination and have a good time on my own terms.

In a way I’m lucky I have to  be on call for work through the holidays, in others I’m glad I’m going to head somewhere different and do something different for the holidays.  It’s not that I don’t love my family, but I can love them year round and not have to be stuffed in a house with them.  Maybe they’ll see the wisdom in this, that it’s about happiness and not about being down, which I’ve been for the last few Christmas’s.

Peace and love to all, I’m going snowboarding!

People

Some people freak out when you give them ownership over something.  Others take ownership and make you proud…  I’m a the intersection where I have given someone ownership of something and they complain.  I’ve given them ownership over something I don’t want to deal with and frankly after a day in this persons shoes I’m wondering what the big issue is.  I did the job that needed to be done, made the work last for the day and gave out the tasks that needed to be done.  I didn’t find it to be a hard thing to do, but the person in question normally does.  It makes me wonder why?  What it really does is make it absolutely clear that I need to pay more attention to this person and make sure they do the right thing.

A continuation of nothing

It’s been an interesting few weeks a little bit of nothing and then something…  I’ve been working pretty hard and now I’m playing with fire again.  Can’t really describe it any other way.  The fire is work and the people around it.  Who knows what’s going to happen, and since I can’t see the future I’m not really going to worry about it.

On the plus side I recently got the chance to play photographer for a friends wedding and I had a great time doing it.  It was good to wander around with my camera and take photos of people.  Not models this time, but real people in real situations.  Well the bride has been a model for me, but only for projects she’s come up with. 

I’ve been sleeping in fits and spurts, things have been running through my head, good and bad.  The bad is just my brain torturing me for decisions I’ve made.  The good is we’re getting closer to operations and working on the venue, which is something I’ve been waiting for a year to do.  It’s my favorite time of the event, the time in which we get our hands dirty and do some actual work.  That and it’s where all the planning we’ve been doing for the last year will finally be put into action.

A story about nothing.

I’m feeling fairly random today…

_MG_3747Back in Seattle for the weekend, feeling a little out of place.  This seems to be a growing problem whenever I come back here.  It’s almost like I no longer belong to this place, it’s just a place to visit and that’s all.  I don’t know if this means that I’m supposed to come back or not.

There’s the feeling of needing to disappear, to just vanish out there and move on.  I’ve had this feeling before, so I’m not startled by it, but it seems to be occurring more often than it used to.  There was a point where I actually mapped out a plan to disappear while traveling somewhere.  Now I’m looking back at those plans and realizing it’s becoming more and more appealing to just wander away.  It’s not because I don’t love my friends or family, it’s just a desire to keep moving.

Maybe I need to travel further away.  When I lived in Doha I was still in touch with everyone, but I was far away.  Now I just want to be far away again.

Someone said this might be depression talking, but I don’t really think it is.  I’m living my own dream, working with great people and doing a job that’s not really a job, but fun.  I have a friend who says he hasn’t worked a day in his life, since it’s not work if you love what you do.

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!’”

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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…