Jun 28 2010

Livin’ the West(Wet) Coast Lifestyle – Ya Baby!

There are some things about living on the westcoast that are simply just better. It’s better to live near the mountains. It’s better to live near the sea.

It’s better to have the best hiking, mountain biking, sailing, skiing, wind-surfing, kite-boarding, snowboarding etc at your doorstep.

It’s so much better that Tourism BC’s slogan is “You Gotta Be Here”.

Yesterday, Sunday, a friend and I took advantage of living in BC.

We did the mack-daddy of all Vancouver “things to do”.

The Grouse Grind.

For those of you unfamiliar with “the Grind” it’s a ball-breaker. Sure there are some lunatics that run up the bloody thing. The locals call it “nature’s stair-climber” but I think that was in the 80′s when stair-climbers were cool. Doesn’t seem like a cool name anymore.

Essentially the grind is 2.9 km straight up. It’s a freakin’ mountain for Christ’s sake!

I found out something really important yesterday while struggling up the Grind….60 days of yoga does not provide ANY cardio!

The whole way up I was entertaining people by stopping to smell the new cedar posts or stopping to tie my shoe or stopping to look at the “scenery”.

Notice a theme here?

I had to stop….A LOT!!!

I was breathing out of my ears. I can’t get over how hard the grind is. There were 5 year olds peeling past me at break-neck speed. urrgg. stupid 5 year olds.

Just as you think that you’re getting fit and slim and all pretty, you find out you have no cardio and you’re probably going to die on the side of a mountain in front of a bunch of strangers. How awesome is that!?

(I have to finish this post later because my friend Krista is behaving like one of my kids and won’t leave me alone to write my blog post….friends…ppfffttt) ;)

May 11 2010

Kickin’ Kid Ass

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Ok, so the title is “kicking kid ass” but it really ought to read “how my kids kicked my ass on Mother’s Day”.

I had this great idea that we would spend Mother’s Day together and I could pick whatever I wanted to do. Sometimes I’m a moron cuz I picked hiking.

I figured since I’m the only one out of the 3 of us who has any experience hiking up mountains I’d be so much better at this then they are.


Stupid athletic kids. After my yells of “It’s not a sprint, it’s a marathon” fell on deaf ears (perhaps because they were so bloody far ahead of me they couldn’t hear me yelling!) I gave up trying to coach them. I figured they’d burn out and be super exhausted about half way up and then I’d make my move.

No such luck.

The little buggers are clearly half mountain goat. This wasn’t any easy, eastern region type hike either. This was full on, British Columbia mountain stuff.

On one hand I’m proud of them, on the other I’m thinking that all those hours I spend at yoga and in the gym are not paying off in the way that I need them too.

I mean, come on! They’re 11 and 8. What am I going to do when they’re 16 and 19? Perhaps by then they’ll be able to carry me up?

Hmmm, I may be on to something here….