Sad Eyes

Well the Women's hockey team knows how to get done, I am really looking forward to the Men's game. Hopefully they will be able to follow the ladies lead. I think it is funny that the women got their hands slap for their celebration on the ice. Let the girls have some fun! That's what I say anyway.
The weather sucks outside and tomorrows long run(20 K) may be very miserable. Also my eye issues have returned which furthers my misery.

Go Canada Go!!

Olympics

Spent the day traveling to, throughout and from Vancouver yesterday. I have to say that it was pretty cool being surrounded by so much excitement and ethnicity. I could hear the languages of various countries, I could see the fun written on the faces of those around me and I got to experience some of that fun too at the pavillions. I even got to see a man riding a unicycle in green tighty-whities!

The downside were some very sore feet and hungry bellies. It also would have been nice if the lines were a little shorter, but hey it gave us more oppertunity to people watch.

I am glad I took the time and went to see the little bit that I did. Besides I am going to be paying for it for years to come!!

Boy's Weekend!

Thirty-four minutes and counting! It's a boy's weekend away. One that may be filled with the fun and excitement of someone far younger than I. Looking forward to runs along the Pacific, nights out and who knows, perhaps a "spa" treatment.

It is time to recoup and rest. The weather rocks too...so excited

Openning

Our Federal and Provincial government forgets; I am not Aboriginal, First Nations, Native, or Indian. I am Canadian.


Much of tonights performance was lost on me, a Canadian. The native dance and art, K.D. Langs poor rendition of song and trapeze boy flipping through the Prairies. However the fiddling and tap was top notch and the poet was incredible. The song “I believe” is moving too.

It was embarrassing as well that we couldn't get our cauldron up, is that not demonstrating again our symbolic impotence!

May the games begin!

fatigue is growing

It feels like it has been weeks since my last entry. It is astonishing how busy and tiring life can get. It also makes it difficult to pretentiously ponder the mysteries of life. Today I have nothing.

I did discover a great pear and blue cheese salad that really was out of this world.

may the wind be at your back today

New Day

I wonder if this would be an overstatment; misdirected passion is terrorism. Terrorism is likely seen as suicide bombers and varies forms of extremism. But on a smaller note, when one or more people have a belief that something is desired and they go to lengths to see it realized, whether this is done through toxic conversations or other forms of passive agression, is this not forcing their agenda on the whole? It is this "forcing" that I see as terrorism.

I have spent a week with others who are not satisfied with their working environment. Change has been offerred and significant changes have followed. However the resistence is fatiguing. People not looking at others in the eye and backroom discussions of resentment and pouting occur. It is discouraging and it sucks.

Anyway in a few short hours Iwill be off to run an 18 k run. I hope to do it under 1:45.

It is a new day and the sun is shining!

Downer

It's a new day and I certainly wish I was running now, rather than the pitiful run I did last night. It was a beautiful day yesterday. I don't know if it was the sour work environment coupled with the cold and miserable evening adding to the tight ham and calfs, but last night's run tanked. I am running another long run Saturday afternoon and I hope the weather is beautiful and I have an attitude change. Right now a half seems out of my league.

Someone has already undoubtedly said it but, the mettle of a relationship is not found when at peace but during conflict or crisis. I have discovered this is true not only in personal relationships but also work relationships. It is easy to have fun dialogue with workmates. How quick people become cold and standoff'ish when what they want is thwarted.

My frustration now is attempting to offer something different to those who are afraid of change.