Dreaming of Warmer Climates

Given our recent Vancouver weather, and a request to see the photos from my vacation to Cancun this past January, I thought a little reminiscing wouldn’t be out of order.

Everyone knows I love my job, but honestly if I could figure out how to move to some tropical destination and do resort marketing while my husband works as a divemaster/scuba instructor I’d be all packed. Without thinking twice. That said, we face a bit of an added challenge in that wherever life takes us, we need to stay connected to Canada and our awesome medical system here. Our son has hemophilia, and while his condition is mild, we’re super blessed to have all his treatment costs covered without added insurance.

Here are some of my favourite photos.

We stayed at the Crown Paradise Club Resort because they have a baby club for kids 18 months to 3 years; most resorts’ kids clubs are for kids 4 & up.

The weather was a little stormy the first few days, but it was still warm and mostly dry. Well, except for in the ocean… here is my son’s first trip into the surf with my husband; he’s not quite 3 in this pic. What you can’t see is that immediately after that, mini-man fell off of daddy’s back and tumbled through the surf. After that he said quite calmly as water still dripped off his eyelashes, “I don’t like the waves.” Yeah, I don’t blame you, kid. Little rough.

He did thoroughly enjoy the sand, though…

One of the days we were there we took a day trip on the Lupita Trimaran to Isla Mujeres:

This is what the water looks like between Cancun and Isla Mujeres:

We enjoyed a beer at a little cantina; we sat just to the right in this photo – at the end of the dock I stood on to get this pic:

… while mini-man had a nap.

After his nap, we went to a private beach where we had a buffet lunch (mediocre at best) and I took the opportunity to take mini-man out for a little paddle.

It’s really hard to give a two year old a ‘time-out’ in Cancun. I sat him on a ledge for misbehaving. Within seconds he was saying, “Look mommy, I found a shell!”

This was our second trip to Cancun; next time we go I think I’d like to spend the whole vacation on Isla Mujeres. It’s just beautiful there.

If you’d like you can see more photos on my Flickr stream.

The Break Up: Dear Snow

Photo: Powi on Flickr

Photo: Powi on Flickr

Dear Snow,

We need to talk… Now, you know I love you, right? I have for a really long time. There are days each year when I just long to be with you… to feel your cool fluffiness on my tongue as I look skyward and to hear the sweet sound of silence as you cover the ground and a little pitter-patter as you gently touch my coat.

But here’s the thing… somehow we seem to have become exclusive when I really wanted to keep things light. It seems sometimes like you want more of my life than I’m prepared to really give, you know? I think we should see other elements.

I’ve begun thinking a lot more lately about Sun.

There’s something I never told you: Sun and I had a brief but oh-so-memorable affair in January. It was just me and Sun for a whole week… we enjoyed drinks on the beach, swimming, and just chilling together. I’m sorry. It’s not you, it’s me… I just need something different right now.

Maybe we can pick things up again next November… but for now I think we need to take a break. I hope you can understand.

With love,

Michelle

Self Preservation Through Sport

Photo: m_e_l_o_d_y on Flickr

Photo: m_e_l_o_d_y on Flickr

I remember a childhood filled with sport. Is it just me?

I don’t remember having to drag my butt off the couch and give myself a self-pep-talk in order to get outside and enjoy myself. Do you?

I tried gymnastics, ice skating, roller skating (and not the inline variety – yes, I’m that old!), soccer, ballet, swimming, t-ball, track & field, skiing and basketball. My brother and my friends and I used to ride our bikes everywhere we went and walk to and from school about a mile each way. Being active was just a part of childhood.

Now I’m really going to sound old, but when I was a kid the TV programming was pretty bad (made worse by watching on a black & white TV), the closest we came to viable video games was Atari and Coleco Vision and a cassette tape only held about 20 songs. We didn’t get a computer until I was about 10 and then it had a tape drive and games included Pong and Space Invaders. Just. Not. Worth. It.

Anyway, back to sports…

Photo: carf on Flickr

Photo: carf on Flickr

There are certainly times in my life when I’ve been more active than at other times. When I was in elementary school I was always involved in at least one sport at any given moment. Through high school, however, I was much less involved as music became the centre of my world. At the end of high school, I joined the Canadian Armed Forces Reserves (to be a musician, actually) and found out just how unfit I had become. Wowza. Basic Training sure served to remind me of the need for a physical existence and awakened in me something I needed to explore.

I took up kickboxing in 2000, just before I turned 25. It was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. There’s something about martial arts training that really helps you to feel good about yourself and what your body is capable of. From there I added running and yoga. Running seems to feed my soul somehow – it’s so primal – and it also doesn’t hurt that it burns a crapload of calories. Yoga is a great complement to running in that it helps stretch out all the muscles that tend to want to shorten when I run. Add in my love of snowboarding in the winter and even the odd day kayaking in the summers and I feel my life has been enriched tremendously by these activities.

When I don’t get to participate in sport of some kind my life feels out of balance.

It’s so easy to say, “I don’t have any time for exercise.” The truth is, you have to make time. You wouldn’t say, “I just don’t have time to shower regularly so I don’t do it.” You would be gross. But what’s happening to your insides, your cells, your organs, your skin? What’s happening inside your body when you don’t make time for exercise? It isn’t pretty.

In my opinion, sport is the way to self-preservation, and I don’t think active living needs to be as hard as people make it out.

Photo: CasaDeQueso on Flickr

Photo: CasaDeQueso on Flickr

Photo: targophoto.com on Flickr

Photo: targophoto.com on Flickr

Now, if you’re anything like me you’d rather cut off your left arm than spend an hour on a cardio machine at the gym and follow it up with a series of weightlifting sets while staring at the spandex-clad fitness model doing one-armed pushups in the mirror. Forget gyms. Go elsewhere.

Going back to that childhood thing… we played sports, we made up games, we lived actively. We didn’t sit so still during the day we had to plan in a trip to a ‘fitness facility’ at the end of it else our muscles would atrophy. I think everyone needs to make it their goal to find a sport they enjoy and participate whenever possible. I don’t think this is an option; it’s absolutely imperative.

If you don’t like it, you won’t do it. If you don’t do it, it’s like not showering. But if you search and you find, I guarantee your life will be enriched and you will likely live longer.

Here are just some ideas for non-gym sports and activities you might enjoy, even if you hate the gym:

  • Kickboxing/tae-kwon-do/karate/muay thai (hard style martial arts)
  • Tai Chi/Kung-Fu/Capoeira (softer style martial arts)
  • Yoga (so many great styles to choose)
  • Ballet/hip-hop/belly dancing/pole dancing
  • Walking/running/hiking/trail running
  • Skiing/snowboarding/telemark/cross-country skiing/snowshoeing
  • Ice skating/hockey/curling
  • Swimming/diving
  • Cycling/Cross-Country or Downhill Mountain Biking
  • Softball/Baseball
  • Soccer (indoor or outdoor)
  • Surfing/Wind Surfing/Kite Surfing
  • Rock Climbing/Ice Climbing/Mountaineering
  • Kayaking/Canoeing/Rowing/Dragon Boating
  • Scuba Diving
  • Water Skiing/Wakeboarding
  • Bowling/Lawn Bowling
  • Ultimate Frisbee
  • Football/Flag Football
  • Volleyball
  • Tennis/Badminton/Ping Pong
  • Squash/Handball/Racketball
  • Horseback Riding/Water Polo
  • Golf

There really is no need to ever set foot in a gym again if you don’t enjoy it.

I’m going to continue running and snowboarding when time permit, hitting the odd yoga class as I can fit it in and hiking the Grouse Grind once the trail opens. What do you like to do to stay active and enrich your life?

Belly Laughs

Do you ever just need a good laugh?

I do. All the time. And there are times, particulary when I’m stressed out, that I enjoy a good laugh more than others. So yesterday, I put out a question to my trusty Twitter followers, asking for them to hook me up with laugh links.

Here’s what they came up with…

The first is from Failblog, where I should always remember to go when I feel a need to take myself to the edge of peeing my pants:

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zYckGMNknQw

Then, my friend Karl Woll of Outdoor Vancouver sent me this Excessive Ping Pong Celebration video… which gets funnier and funnier the more you watch it, particularly when you realise the music is edited in for the video and this guy was celebrating to just the music in his own head.

This next video made me laugh so hard I felt uncomfortable but did manage to forward it to my one black colleague… I figured he’d get as much of a kick out of it as the Stuff White People Like blog he was enjoying in the office a couple of weeks ago.

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KWblCaFL1lc

Next up, dinosaurs, pigs, farts and stuff…

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KWRDjTm1wto

Then this one shows how I feel during the night with a snoring husband, only this baby is cuter than I am and doesn’t assault the snorer with a poorly disguised kick.

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VEUVwfp8gF8

The Piece de Resistance was this offering from @GodFodder who sent me a Whose Line Is It Anyway sketch featuring Richard Simmons… worthy of forwarding all ’round the office. Not sure my General Manager really thought it was as funny as I did, but whatev.

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQ_lXJTaT5g

I still maintain laughter is good for the soul.

Longing for Simpler Days

Do you ever find yourself at the end of the day Sunday wondering where your weekend went? Or worse? Going into the weekend feeling overwhelmed at all that has to take place during those two prescious days off?

My husband and I both work full time. And sometimes we can find outselves with a lot of stuff that needs doing on the weekends. I admit we don’t get enough chores done during the week. I always have aspirations to do more but my hobbies and pet projects usually get my attention instead – I opt for a workout instead of tidying my kitchen or blogging instead of vaccuuming.

But what happens, is we end up with the lion’s share of chores needing doing on the weekend. It sometimes feels like we don’t have much time for fun.

Now, part of our challenge is that mini-man still naps, so we have a 2 hour chunk during the middle of each day where we can’t plan on being anywhere. But we’re not very good at using that time wisely either. I don’t know… maybe we’re just lazy. I find the running around shopping and errands of a Saturday morning lead me to want to chill out during that coveted noon naptime rather than, say, scrub my toilet bowl.

To keep the quality in our lives, we try and do one fun thing as a family each weekend, if only for a couple of hours. Sometimes we’ll go swimming, or we’ll go to a park, or an indoor play area when the weather’s bad. There’s storytime at the local library, or even just playing a round of Wii Bowling. I think it’s more important to spend time together than it is that your home is just so.

Having my son in daycare every day gets me down sometimes. He’s there 9 hours each day Monday through Friday, and sadly, we couldn’t live in the community we do – where I grew up and grew to love – if I quit my job to stay home with him… or my husband did. But sometimes I long for a simpler life.

Just yesterday I found myself wanting to pack up and move.

In the meantime, however, I remind myself of how blessed I am to have a good job in this current world, to live in a beautiful community in a great city, to be happily married with a beautiful son… to have a loving and helpful extended family. And while I do find myself longing for simpler days, I still hold out hope that one day I’ll find that beautiful place of balance.

Grouse Mountain Zipline Preview

vancouver-zipline-dam-mountain-peakYesterday was another one of those perks-on-the-job days. A definite fun one.

A group of media visiting from various parts of the world visited Grouse Mountain as part of their Vancouver visit to preview all the city has to offer visitors during the 2010 Winter Olympics. As part of the Communications Team I was invited to help escort the group to the mountaintop, ensure everyone got to where they were supposed to go while acquiring the gear they needed and then… yes, I got to ride the two brand new ziplines that haven’t yet opened to the public right along with them.

The Air Grouse Mountain Ziplines opnened in 2008 with 3 lines – a trainer line, a line across the mountaintop Blue Grouse Lake and a 3rd line back across the lake; those three lines constituted ‘Phase ONE’. Construction of the 4th and 5th lines, referred to as ‘Phase TWO’ was underway during the summer and completed late in the fall… just in time for ski season.

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Yesterday was the first trip across the lines for anyone not involved in their construction or operation. I was thrilled to have an opportunity to participate in this historic event. Another reason I love my job!

Here is a video of the entire 5th line that runs from Dam Mountain to The Peak of  Grouse Mountain. Off to the right there is a beautiful view of West Vancouver and Vancouver Island.

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=768QpSS7FAk

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If you get the opportunity, you should try this. Grouse Mountain operates the only ziplines in the Vancouver area and they really are a blast.

The Sweet Sound of Serenity

Photo: just.K on Flickr

Photo: just.K on Flickr

I’ve been noticing more and more how music is a unique and vital part of my life. It’s what moves me, what relaxes me, what compels me and what frees me from the world around me.

Music has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. When I was little I’d wake up to my dad playing beautiful classical or big band jazz on his stereo; he had a giant record collection. Sometimes he would play the radio, but whatever was on added something that warmed our home and all of us in it. That’s actually one of my fondest memories of my childhood: waking up to my dad’s music and seeing him sitting at the dining table, grading papers or writing report cards.

I started playing piano when I was 6. I always grumbled about practicing, but I loved playing duets with my brother and my friend Sarah, with whom I took lessons. The first pop music I remember was the release of Michael Jackson’s Thriller album in 1983 – I was 8. Around 10 years old I was firmly enjoying the Mini-Pops, my friend’s parents’ ABBA albums and playing air guitar with the neighbourhood boys. It was also at that age that I started playing the trumpet in the school band.

Photo: papalars on Flickr

Photo: papalars on Flickr

In high school I discovered my talent for singing but was way too shy to use it. I did a couple of musical productions and sung in a few school talent shows and whatnot; but mostly I stuck to my trumpet and various bands I was a part of. I played in school concert band, jazz band, orchestra, and a community band… at one point I played in all 4 at the same time. I was never a particularly great trumpet player but loved it anyway. I still didn’t enjoy practicing much – probably because the sound of a trumpet alone didn’t move me… but when I played with a full band that was when the music would awaken something in me.

I still play now.

The thing I’ve noticed about music is that it calms me in the midst of life’s turmoil, deadlines, busy-ness, and stress. It is physically impossible for me to think about other things while I play. I’m thinking about sound, tuning, the notes, the rhythm, the dynamics, the emotion… I can’t think about my work, my worries. I can’t think about my shortcomings or my failures, my insecurities or even my hopes and dreams. It’s just me and the music right there in that moment: the sweet sound of serenity.

Music has become my escape. It’s the only time I can truly turn off all the other thoughts that swirl around my head constantly. For that couple of hours every Monday night when I rehearse with my band it’s like the world fades away and I get to recharge. During those precious times when we play for an audience the expectation challenges me, awakens me, thrills me.

It’s the same, incidentally, when I sing at my church. In that moment, I feel like I was created to make music. Nothing more, nothing less. And lately I’ve been feeling a calling to write. I feel like there are songs inside of me that someone needs to hear… like a message to someone I don’t yet know.

Photo: kayugee on Flickr

Photo: kayugee on Flickr

I am so moved when people play a beautiful melody or sing with passion; it’s like you can see their soul… like you can hear it. Like parts of them are stripped away and all that’s left is the heart and their intentions. Even when I was very young I found myself crushing on boys who played beautiful solos because in that short span of time, they were just their authentic selves. And while at this point in my life I’ve long passed the adolescent homonal rampages, the beauty of that glimpse into a person’s soul hasn’t faded for me. It’s still something I cherish. I see it in my brother, whose gentleness emerges in the sound of his trombone; I see it in the faces of my musician friends when they play from the heart.

It’s a part of every musician… and it’s very special.

Video Edit: Grouse Mountain Terrain Park

I had to post this somewhere when I found it. It’s probably one of the best amateur edits I’ve seen from Grouse Mountain’s Quiksilver Terrain Park. It’s also got some fantastic footage from the January 2009 temperature inversion where the city was blanketed in fog while the mountain was super sunny and warm:


The Introduction from Boss Media on Vimeo.

The amount of skill, talent and passion that comes out of these young guys who ski and ride the parks continues to amaze me. I love being a part of this industry.

The Battle of the Bulge

Hi, my name is Michelle, and I’m overweight. I can’t keep blaming on my pregnancy anymore; mini-man will be 3 in March. Photos from Mexico scared me… or is it scarred me?

Anyway… the time is now.

My Weight Loss Story

michelle-thinI put on weight from when I was about 8 or 9 years old when I was abused. And while that situation is long dealt with and forgiven, what remained was an insecurity and a compulsion that warped me just a little. I first joined Weight Watchers on the advice of my parents at the age of 12 when I weighed roughly 150 lbs at about 5’0″ to put a little perspective to it. That didn’t do a thing, though. I was 12 for goodness sake.

I never ended up doing anything about it until 2002, when I was 27 years old. I’m not sure what clicked, but I maxed out at 215 lbs and finally decided I was done with it. What followed was a full year of Weight Watchers, added to the running and kickboxing training I was already doing, resulting in a 60 lb weight loss.

Before Weight Watchers I was working out a lot – I did kickboxing at least 3-4 times a week and ran here and there, did some yoga, snowboarding in the winter… but I also ate. A lot, apparently. Too much, even for my high level of activity. What was really great about Weight Watchers was that it really taught me just how much food is normal. I seemed to have misplaced that perspective… or maybe never had it to begin with.

My Weight Gain Story

41wksI kept the weight off until I got pregnant in the summer of 2005. I started gaining weight right from the beginning of my pregnancy. I think (or maybe try and justify it?) it was from being really lean when I got pregnant; my body fat % was about 16-18% and for a woman that’s lean. Even at work people were speculating that at over 150 lbs I was anorexic. But by the time I was 3 months pregnant I’d already put on about 15 lbs. Then I had to quit kickboxing when I was 5 months because of the anaerobic nature of it – my doctor was concerned baby wasn’t getting enough oxygen.

So then I sat on my couch for 6 months. Probem is I kept eating the same.

I tried replacing my beloved sport with walking or water aerobics, but it just wasn’t the same. I never found that thing I liked enough. I weighed 232 lbs the morning I went to the hospital for my son’s birth; this is a pic I took that morning. That’s a total gain of nearly 70 lbs.

Anyone who has a baby will tell you it’s the fastest weight loss you’ll ever experience. I lost 25 lbs in 3 days… then another 10 within 2 weeks. And then nothing. WHAT?! So there I was left with an extra 35 lbs again.

And now, I find myself with a hair over 40 lbs I need to lose again.

My New Weight Loss Commitment

Now, I don’t have kickboxing to use anymore and have a 3 year old at home I have to be around for, so workout time is way more challenging to come by. My husband’s jobs are unpredictable and take him out of town sometimes for weeks at a time. But I’m determined to do it again. My head is in the right place now and I’m ready. And in the same way I recruited my friends on a Facebook Group to support my efforts to quit smoking, I’m going to use this public blog to prove my commitment.

Here’s my photo inspiration: My wedding day. If you’ve seen me lately, you know…

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This time the plan is much more simple, and probably more challenging but I will make it work: Weight Watchers Online and my Wii Fit. That’s it.

Now watch me shrink.

Unplugged

The beach at the resort where I'll be staying

Well, I’m headed out tomorrow for a quick vacation to Cancun, Mexico.

While I don’t have a long time, it will be a good time… even if the weather forecast isn’t looking stellar. It’s warm; so who cares? I’ve got 3 new swimsuits, some cute new Roxy flip flops and my own coffee press (yes, with coffee and demerera sugar… because I’m a total coffee snob).

I’m really stoked about seeing my son enjoy the beach, the water, and some snorkeling. He’s been doing a super job in the pool and I’m so proud of how confident he is in the water. He’s not even 3 yet but can swim underwater with dad down to about 6-8 feet to pick stuff up off the pool floor. He can also snorkel with his water wings on, keeping his face under water for about 3 or 4 minutes before he wants to lift his head up and look around. He’s going to have a blast!

I’m hoping to find a couple of hours to myself to give windsurfing another whirl; I quite enjoyed it last year and did a pretty good job, too, if I do say so myself. I would try and take it up regularly here in Vancouver but I’m just not a fan of being cold.

If we end up with beautiful sunny days, we’re planning to book a day trip to Isla Mujeres on a catamaran. That will be our big exciting day while the rest will be spent on or near the resort.

Best part will be just turning my brain off. Well, okay, not OFF… but stopping all the details from their constant bombarding. I really think the life I live – particularly doing business online, where I have access to far more information than I could EVER process – leads to a very fragmented thought pattern, increased ADD and heightened stress.

While I love what I do, but I’m very much looking forward to a break. So no blogs, tweets or Facebook updates for a week. CYA L8R!