Grouse Grind

Getting a head start

The things I learned yesterday: If it’s pouring bathtubs of rain outside, stay home. If it’s pouring bathtubs of rain outside, and you do go out, pack a change of socks, shoes, and maybe even a towel or two. If it’s pouring bathtubs of rain outside, and you have a scheduled date, never ever leave the house without first double checking that you got the right date. When I woke up at 7 a.m. yesterday morning to get ready for the Grouse Grind, every bone in my body wanted to stay in bed, especially with the continuous rat-a-tat-tat of the rain I could hear outside. This was not optimum Grind-climbing weather. Sunny days, overcast days, a little sprinkle here and there, great. Monsoon, not so great. Had it been any other day, I would have bailed, said forget it, just wrapped my blanket around me and vegged on the couch …

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Making it count

Not all long weekends are perfect, in fact many don’t seem long enough, but this one was pretty darn near close to perfection. Sure I may have had a splitting head ache for a few hours of it and a couple of lows that tried to bring me down, but not even those could ruin it. In fact, they were just mere hiccups compared to everything else. Nothing spectacular happened, but a lot of good happened, and that combined surely adds up to spectacular. On Canada Day, Mario and I had a spontaneous date night and went out for some traditional Canadian grub at Las Margaritas (seriously, how is Mexican not Canadian?) then we went and saw Beginners at the Fifth Avenue, which is one our favourite theatres. And the movie, oh my goodness, I was on the verge of tears through the entire thing, and even at one point …

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The ‘non’ date

Happy Anniversary Mario! Can you guess where we are? There’s snow at the top – IN JULY! – and Mario walked away with 51 minutes stopped on his watch. So, I’m not normally one for anniversaries. Don’t get me wrong, I love them, especially when they involve presents, but the thing is, I never can remember dates. I can remember the moments, and the smallest of details like what I was wearing or what I ate or the exact time, but I cannot for the life of me remember the dates. Like for instance, when Mario and I first started dating, I know that it was in August, I know that it was a couple of days after my almost six-year-old nephew was born, and I know that it was like literally one hour into a new day following my last day of work at the office where we both …

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