Go Vikes Go v2.0!

A couple of posts ago, I raved about the Varsity Girls' Rugby program at my old school, Barrie North, and the pretty nifty things that are happening there thanks to the group efforts of a handful of generous, talented chaps. I even included, in all hubris, some of the great snaps that I captured at the semifinal game vs Bear Creek. I would be remiss if I didn't brag equally loudly about the Sr and Jr Boys' Rugby programs and the success they earned recently at the hands of Innisdale and Nantyr Shores.

To RECAP:
The rugby program at Barrie North is alive and well thanks to Mike Alcombrack, Burke Erwin, Adam Claus, Alex Griffin, and Gary Krauser ... well, the 2023 version anyway, since another equally awesome dude name Rich Jessome stepped away this year for personal reasons. He was integral in building the foundation of the Girls' program for the past 5 years. As perviously outlined, although it is collaboration in its truest sense, it is Alcombrack and Claus that steer the Sr ship while assisting Erwin as he steers the Jr ship, then support Griffin + Krauser whenever possible.

The SEMIS:

The Sr Boys, on the strength of tremendous regular season success, earned the #2 seed in the playoffs pitting them against Eastview in the quarters and Innisdale in the semis. While the class of the AAA loop has been the #2 seeded Vikings and #1 seeded Collingwood Fighting Owls, it's fair to say that there is a great deal of parity from top to bottom. Add to this the rash of injuries that the Vikings endured throughout the season, and the forecast of a cracker type game was both accurate and enticing. The lineup sent out onto the pitch on behalf of North was the closest to their starting 15 they've featured since the very first game of the season way back in late April ... way back ... (grin) the high school season for rugby is ridiculously short.

Feeling privileged to represent, I was front and center with my trusty Nikon, as the Vikings stormed out of the gate scoring early and often route to a 17-3 halftime lead. Even as the substitutes ran on to the pitch, eager for a taste of semifinal action, the was nary a misstep as the Viking's shape, form, organization, and execution resulted in a 32-10 convincing win, a score that does nothing to celebrate how valiant and determined the Invaders were in a losing cause. Thanks to well rehearsed sequencing, the Vikings retained the lion's share of the possession, forcing the Invaders on the defensive for much of the game, but shy away from the task they did not, as player after player "stuck their heads in the spokes" in an effort to force North's hand.

The win gives the Vikings a rare opportunity.

Collingwood visited North in the final regular season game, and after a hotly contested affair that featured equal parts powerful offense and staunch defence, the Owls came away with a 7-5 victory, earning the #1 seed. North has now earned the privilege of payback, travelling to Collingwood's Harbourview Park on Thursday, June 1st for a 2:00 pm literal Clash of the Titans. The winner, of course, will earn the right to represent GBSSA at the annual AAA OFSAA Boys' Rugby championships, to be held this year at Medway High School in Arva, ON, just north of London, from June 8-10, 2023.

You'd do yourself a favour to make the trek to 'The Wood" to catch this one!

Not to be outdone, the Jr Vikings had but a nanosecond to celebrate their Sr counterpart's glory, before taking the pitch for their own semifinal against the visiting Nantyr Shores Tritons, a team that despite being the #6 seed was certainly dangerously fit and tidy. The tale of the tape was more appropriately a tale of two halves, with Nantyr looking every bit the spoiler, offering up some brilliant play on the back of some incredible singular efforts to hold the lead 17-12 at the half. While the first 10 minutes of the second half was a combatist's dream with both teams stepping up their physicality, there came a point about midway where the step of the Viking's seemed to hasten, just a shade. Thanks largely to the thunderous runs of OC Evan Mino, North threatened the Triton in-goal on a number of occasions before notching the game winning try+conversion, then holding Nantyr at bay for the final 6 minutes of the game.

The 19-17 victory earned the Jr Vikes the right to host underdog Eastview, upset victors over a heavily favoured Collingwood Jr side that had not lost a game all season. North will host the game with a kick off of 3:00 pm. Like their Sr counterparts, the Jr winner will earn the right to represent GBSSA at the annual Barbarian Cup, the unofficial Jr championships for Ontario, to be held in Bellville, ON, on June 11-12, 2023.

Unfortunately, a retirement scheduling conflict means that I won't be able to be at the Jr game, but I'll be on the edge of my seat, waiting for some news around 4:30.

I'll be at the Sr game in Collingwood, partly because I'm compelled to as a former Viking, partly since it's almost in my backyard now that I live in Wasaga Beach, but mainly because the 2:00 pm kick off means I can make my previous engagement ... I'm golfing with some really good friends!

Will I see you on the sidelines in Collingwood?

The 4th dimension!

A second instalment of the 'GOOD' found out there on the Internet. Acknowledging that I spent some time poking around to ensure these words were properly attributed, but I was not able to ascertain 100% proof of who originally shared. Still, I am deeply grateful to that author for his/her mental 'burr under the saddle' because it prompted some reflection on my part, especially considering my career in education, and the focus of my pedagogy for those many years.

Interestingly, I was doing some supply work for an HPE friend recently and the assigned work was to view the documentary "The Social Dilemma" (a scary video for folks my age! CLICK) and complete a reflection on the theories & opinions contained therein. Debriefing the video afterward prompted a lengthy discussion about social media, smartphones, and mental health, issues already squiggling around in my grey matter thanks to beginning research for this post. I threw out some of what I learned about AQ as a conversation-starter and the kids responded with some genuine interest. They shared a variety of thoughts about adversity, their understanding of healthy ways to deal with it, and the repercussions of faulty thinking.

Curious about what I mean by AQ? 

Read on!

According to Psychologists, there are four types of Intelligence:
1) Intelligence Quotient (IQ)
2) Emotional Quotient (EQ)
3) Social Quotient (SQ)
4) Adversity Quotient (AQ)

Your Intelligence Quotient (IQ) is the measure of your level of comprehension. You need IQ to solve math problems, memorize things, think logically, and recall lessons learned. It is a total score derived from a set of standardised tests or subtests designed to assess human intelligence. The abbreviation "IQ" was coined by the psychologist William Stern for the German term Intelligenzquotient, his term for a scoring method for intelligence tests he advocated in a 1912 book. (Wikipedia)

Your Emotional Quotient (EQ) is the measure of your ability to maintain peace with others, keep to time, be responsible, be honest, respect boundaries, be humble, genuine and considerate. People with high emotional intelligence can recognize their own emotions and those of others, use emotional information to guide thinking and behaviour, discern between different feelings and label them appropriately, and adjust emotions to adapt to environments. (Wikipedia)

Your Social Quotient (SQ) is the measure of your ability to build a network of relationships and maintain them over a long period of time. It is the measure of self- and social-awareness, evolved social beliefs and attitudes, or demonstrating a capacity and appetite to manage complex social change. Some psychologists are adamant that it is what defines who we are as human beings. (Wikipedia)

People that have higher EQ and SQ tend to go further in life than those with a high IQ but low EQ and SQ. Most schools capitalize on improving IQ levels while EQ and SQ are less emphasized. A man of high IQ can end up being employed by a man of high EQ and SQ even though he has an average IQ. Your EQ represents your character, while your SQ represents your Charisma. Give in to habits that will improve these three Qs, especially your EQ and SQ.

There is that 4th quotient, Adversity, a new paradigm, and it's lesser known.

Your Adversity Quotient (AQ) is the measure of your ability to go through a rough patch in life, and come out of it without losing your mind. When faced with troubles, AQ determines who will give up, who will abandon their loved ones, and who will consider escaping life. The term was coined by Paul Stoltz in 1997 in his book Adversity Quotient: Turning Obstacles Into Opportunities. To quantify the adversity quotient, Stoltz developed an assessment method called the Adversity Response Profile (ARP) that postulated AQ as a likely indicator of a person's success, in addition to being theoretically able to predict attitude, stress, perseverance, longevity, learning, and response to changes in environment. (Wikipedia)

In my retired, informal opinion, a young people's AQ is at the crux of many issues percolating to the surface in today's high school halls, especially as we emerge from a post-Covid world. The detriments in student's sense of resiliency is manifested in a host of socially inappropriate and educationally damaging behaviours, impairing learning and the group dynamics of a classroom environment, and leading to increased isolation tendencies. The fears of failure and ridicule, and their inability to handle them appropriately, are handcuffing student's learning in a true paralysis by analysis ... a faulty analysis at the hands of adversity.

Parents, I urge you to expose your children to other areas of life beyond Academics like the benefits of group dynamics that feature manual labour (BTW should never be used as a form of punishment), athletics, and the Arts. Immersion in activities designed to develop IQ, but that will simultaneously develop their EQ, SQ and AQ as well are the goal required for well rounded adults. Parents, please resist the temptation to jump into the fray to smooth out bumps in your child's road. Doing so will ensure they become multifaceted human beings able to do things independently of you. Being allowed to experience the repercussions of their choices, positive and negative, will reap the long-term gains of a productive adulthood. 

Do not prepare the road for your children. 

Prepare your children for the road.

It's filled with potholes and bumps!

Thanks for reading!

Go Vikes Go!

As many will already know, I've exhibited some extreme behaviours over the course of my working career in education, namely my fanaticism surrounding coaching a variety of sports. I recently shared that my passion has decreased these past few years in retirement, but that doesn't mean my interest has waned ... NOT in the least! I greatly enjoy life on the spectator side of the court / pitch, trusty Nikon in hand poised and ready for the task, so imagine the pleasure emanating from cheering on North's Lady Vikings as they bested Bear Creek in the GBSSA semifinals for girls' rugby. 

Beautiful day! Fantastic spectacle of rugby! Plus I captured some keepers!

The rugby aficionados at Barrie North have settled on a group approach to steering the ship that includes a Sr Boys, Jr Boys, and Varsity Girls, in a divide and conquer method to spread their various strength across the 3 different teams. Inevitably, some ownership was taken and coaches Griffin and Krauser stepped across the line to captain the Varsity Girls, a task that judging by their wide smiles and multitudinous high-fives, is something that they're A-okay with. While coaches Alcombrack, Claus, and Erwin are available to fill in some blanks, the product on the pitch is largely thanks to these two stellar gentlemen.

The varsity aspect of the side means that there are young women of a range of ages from gr 9 to 5th year donning the gold 'n green, demonstrating both passion and execution in abundant proportions ... and it doesn't hurt at all that they have some pretty nifty athletes! While the passion and energy of Bear Creek was commendable, it was no match for the equally brilliant play of the Vikings, and when combined with some readily evident high rugby IQ's, the Vikings eventually wore down the Kodiaks, putting in 3 late tries to make the final spread fittingly comfortable.

Shout out to coach Wilkey at Bear Creek, though, and he should be proud as a peacock for the way his charges competed to the final whistle!

The semifinal win places the Vikings square in the sights of the #1 seeded Nantyr Shores Tritons, who had similar success in their semifinal against the Orillia SS Nighthawks. The GBSSA final will take place at 3:00 pm on May 26th and be hosted by the Nantyr. It should be a cracker of a game, and judging by the execution of both sides, the fans will be treated to a terrific display! I'll of course be rooting for North but should they be bested, it won't be from a lack of effort!

Unfortunately, a previous appointment prevents me from being at the game in person, so I'll offer my best wishes to all the Vikings.

BTW, if you're up for some boys' rugby actions, both the Sr and Jr Boys Vikings will host on Monday May 29th in their own semifinals with the Sr kicking things off at 2:30 pm. 

Check the SCAA Sports web site for the most up-to-date information CLICK.

Change your YOU!

The Internet's intoxicating lure is more powerful than any a siren's song, figuratively wrecking more 'ships' on the rocks of its malfeasant vortex. Having said that, it occasionally offers up a gemstone whose brilliance lights up the soul faster than a grandmother's signature cookies.

The following words in blue from essayist Brianna Wiest (BIO) are brutally honest, provoking, and beautiful. The Internet has been ripe with posts attributing these thoughts to Anthony Hopkins, but a SNOPES search points to Wiest as the true author. They are contained in an essay that she included in her best-selling book, "101 Essays That Will Change The Way You Think" (Chapters or Amazon), a book that is now on my must-read list.

Stop having hard conversations with people who don’t want to change. Stop showing up for people who are indifferent about your presence. Stop prioritizing people who make you an option. Stop loving people who aren’t ready to love you. I know that your instinct is to do whatever you can to earn the good graces of everyone you can, but that is also the impulse that will rob you of your time, your energy and your sanity.

Easily stated ... profoundly difficult in practice.

When you start showing up to your life wholly and completely, with joy and interest and commitment, not everyone is going to be ready to meet you there. It doesn’t mean you need to change who you are. It means you need to stop loving people who aren’t ready to love you. If you’re left out, subtly insulted, mindlessly forgotten about or easily disregarded by the people you spend the most time with, you’re doing yourself an incredible disservice by continuing to offer your energy and life to them.

Well, there it is. The justification is right there in blue and white.

The truth is that you are not for everyone, and everyone is not for you. That’s what makes it so special when you do find the few people with whom you have a genuine friendship, love or relationship: you’ll know how precious it is because you’ve experienced what it isn’t. The longer you spend trying to force someone to love you when they aren’t capable, the longer you’re robbing yourself of that very connection. 

It is waiting for you. 

There are billions of people on this planet, and so many of them are going to meet you at your level, vibe where you are, connect with where you’re going. The longer you stay small, tucked into the familiarity of the people who use you as a cushion, a back burner option, a therapist and a ploy for their emotional labor, the longer you keep yourself out of the community you crave.

Humans are hard-wired to seek connection ... we innately crave meaningful relationships. While I'll admit there are those that are completely satisfied with their own company, the overwhelming majority have a DNA-rooted fear of isolation and rejection, but the key element is the term MEANINGFUL.

Maybe if you stop showing up, you’ll be less liked.
Maybe you’ll be forgotten about altogether.
Maybe if you stop trying, the relationship will cease.
Maybe if you stop texting, your phone will stay dark for days and weeks.
Maybe if you stop loving someone, the love between you will dissolve.

Or maybe, you'll be gifted with the understanding of who is truly interested in you and all your awesomeness. The veil of uncertainly will be lifted, you'll grasp the like-minded in a warm embrace, and a HUGE smile will be germinating.

That doesn’t mean you ruined a relationship. It means that the only thing sustaining a relationship was the energy you and you alone were putting into it. 

That’s not love, that’s attachment. 

Those 5 words are profoundly powerful! Read them again. It's not entitlement, its realizing your own worth, acknowledging your positive self-concept, the 'greatest gift of all' as Whitney Houston so eloquently crooned.

The most precious, important thing that you have in your life is your energy. It is not your time that is limited, it is your energy. What you give it to each day is what you will create more and more of in your life. What you give your time to is what will define your existence. When you realize this, you’ll begin to understand why you’re so anxious when you spend your time with people who are wrong for you, and in jobs or places or cities that are wrong, too. You’ll begin to realize that the foremost important thing you can do for your life and yourself and everyone you know is to protect your energy more fiercely than anything else.

Make your life a safe haven in which only people that can care and listen and connect are allowed.
You are not responsible for saving people.
You are not responsible for convincing them they want to be saved.

Certainly NOT easily accomplished, but the rewards far surpass the effort extended. Again, valuing the YOU in the relationship so that your extended efforts are worth your energy ... VITALLY IMPORTANT!

It is not your job to show up for people and give away your life to them, little by little, moment by moment, because you pity them, because you feel bad, because you “should” because you’re obligated, because, at the root of it all, you’re afraid to not be liked back. It is your job to realize that you are the master of your fate, and that you are accepting the love you think you’re worthy of. Decide you’re deserving of real friendship, true commitment and complete love with people who are healthy and thriving. 

Then wait in the darkness, just for a little bit… and watch how quickly everything begins to change.

If you can't think of a single toxic relationship in your life right now, CONGRATULATIONS!

If you can, you're now faced with a decision about the direction you wish your life to proceed.

Don't let fears of other's opinions deter you from prioritizing your life ... as Wiest says, you deserve it!

These words made me examine my own life, and I took great value from that exercise.

I hope they serve you equally as well.

A first time for everything!

As the old adage goes, "There's a first time for everything!" 

Never has this rung more true than a recent experience gifted to me by my buddy Kevin Simms aka COACH Simms aka Simmer. I'm pretty sure that I've written in the past about Simmer's role in my conversion to the dark arts of cycling, so there's no need to rehash that, but few know that Simmer is widely regarded as one of, if not THE, the best youth cycling coaches in Ontario ... perhaps Canada ... maybe North America! His present group of wunderkinds ride under the moniker IGNITE Junior Cycling and since he was running a training camp amidst the hills of Oro-Medonte, he asked me if I would consider tagging along for a training race and take some action shots.

Whaaat? Sports ... camera ... cycling ... Simmer? I didn't need much time to mull that one over!

Mother Nature didn't get the memo for the day, darkening skies looming as the day progressed, threatening a wet track with each passing hour. Not to be intimidated, the 9 wunderkinds embraced the challenge of racing in the rain like bees to honey. Resplendent in their Uber logo'd team kit ... borrowing from rugby, it's ALL ABOUT THE KIT ... the buzz of teen aged excitement was palpable as the event neared. Trusted Nikon in hand, I was busily filling its SD card with informal shots, with the kids barely batting an eyelash like a group of seasoned pros, when the call came to mount up. Being a complete NEWB to road cycling, the announcement that it would be a neutralized start washed over my understanding like a rolling tide, but I witnessed the needed explanation as they rolled to a predetermined start point before putting the proverbial pedal to the floor ... a rolling start, if you will.

Simmer brings a TON of cred to the table.

With a brilliant race career of his own, at the world championship levels none the less, his hustle for sponsorship dollars is massively impressive! Besides the aforementioned kit from Giordana, shoes from Sphyre, helmets from Lazer, and nutrition from Namedsport, the jewell of his efforts is a top of the line Ford F-150 Lariat thanks to Thor Motors, on loan for the 2023 racing season. Not just a run-of-the-mill pickup, with a list price of $88 K, this ride is one sweet deal, and just what the doctor ordered as a support vehicle to a team like IGNITE. While the 'currency' of the team is undoubtably the athletes and their successes, should they perform at noteworthy levels, attracting the interest of pro riding teams in both N America and Europe, the foundation on which they develop their abilities is built on the support they receive while honing their craft. An Energizer Bunny of positivism, Simmer's depth of knowledge may be equalled but definitely not surpassed, especially in Canada.

Capturing the efforts of this really great group of youngsters was a TREAT, albeit a tough task type! Hopping in and out of the truck, being a contributor to the needs of the racers, dodging raindrops with Nikon aimed and ready all made for an interesting afternoon. I usually don't struggle with capturing the action of sports I have a plethora of experience with like basketball and rugby, but with zero bike race experience, there were fingers and toes crossed that the products were of a decent quality. Back home, photos uploaded to my MacBook, a quick perusal revealed that there were more than I anticipated, but my overall opinion was DEF that I can do better, even with the positive feedback from Simmer and the lads. I have committed to attend a few more events with the intention to grab some WOWSERS! 

The pundits claim that challenging our 'mature' brains with new-to-us tasks helps to stave off cognitive decline in our later years, so I'm betting that a few more events like this one will do the trick for the ol' grey matter, for sure!

Thanks Simmer! Thanks IGNITE JC! 

Life is most DEFINITELY good!

Mind = Blown

Growing up in Canada, I didn't exhibit many true Canuk-isms like worshipping at the hockey alter, wearing plaid year round, or embracing winter in all its glory. Sure, I was once a skier and even dabbled in racing, but that was more for the love of sport than the love of being oot and aboot in the frosty flora, but I'll have to confess that I was prone to using "eh?" waaaay to often ... still do. 

Oh, I really like Ketchup chips too! 

And Butter Tarts ... Oooooh, I love me a BT!

A couple of Canuk-isms did stick like that cooked pasta on the wall in university though, and interestingly, both are musically based.

Early on in my music appreciation stage, I became a diehard, true-blue Rush fan, falling for the complex baselines of lead singer Geddy Lee, the wicked rhythms of Neil Peart, and I thought Alex Lifeson was a guitar savant even before my fanaticism for Led Zeppelin's Jimmy Page's substance infused licks. I was so into Rush that I found a friend, Greg Brucker, who was a doppelgänger for Geddy Lee, and he's become one of my besties as we jointly navigated the murky waters of Education. 

Just kidding Greg ... But you do have an uncanny resemblance ... especially in your high school mullet.

Another was my appreciation for the genius of the late Gord Downie (RIP 2017), former lead for the incredible Tragically Hip and Canadian iconic phenomenon. I LOVED the way the Hip embraced their Canadian home-grown roots. I feel privileged to have seen them early on in their career as they played various locations in their hometown of Kingston during the time that I was working in the night life following my undergrad at Queen's, including the PG hotel where I was assistant manager.
Fun fact: Gord's sister Paula worked the bar for us at the PG!

That's a slick segue into the "meat" of this post.

I've always been appreciative of music with my tastes registering as varied and eclectic. I took music lessons during my younger years, starting with piano for a brief stint, then followed by a couple of years of guitar, but truthfully never really embraced any of it ... sorry mom. I always seemed to be able to justify more training for whichever sport was in season rather than spending time practicing an instrument. If you knew me back in the day, that statement carries some weight! I regularly chose to participate in 5-6 sports a year so there simply weren't enough hours in the day to add music. At least, that's how I rationalized it. At the ripe old age of 59, that is a decision that I regret, but I did hit the stage once in a while as a part of the BCC annual Teacher's Assembly.

I don't for one second regret participating in all of those sports! 

I truly feel that I enjoyed a fully rounded experience thanks to the varied, full bodied training they provided, but I've always envied the incredible talent that some of my friends developed after years of dedication to their art. When I chance across people who demonstrate extraordinary musical abilities, I'm lured like the moth to a flame, drawn in by a mesmerizing fascination. I completely agree that it's not too late to start, but there'll always be those that I truly respect for the talent they've developed over many, many years. 

One of those situations materialized the other day when a perusal of YouTube revealed a video posted by Rick Beato (YouTube Channel) in which he posed an alternate universe where other guitar savants played the solo on A Stairway to Heaven, rather than Jimmy Page. The song is still one of my favs after all of these years, so having guitar demi-gods like Eddie Van Halen, Peter Frampton or Eric Johnson do a stand-in for the epic 1 minute solo late in the song was akin to a dopamine-drenched episode. Rick Beato has put some serious sweat and passion into his craft, his Peter Frampton inspired solo was wunderbar! He imposes the Van Halen task to his friend Phil X (Wikipedia page) since Eddie wasn't available after his passing from cancer in 2020, and this guy delivers, blowing my mind in the process! The last task, albeit slightly easier one, was to have Eric Johnson (Wikipedia page) ply his Uber talented fingers to the task, playing as himself. 

I think that I've done my best to peak your curiosity ... CLICK the video if you want proof.

You seriously won't regret it!! 

Especially if you're a Zeppelin fan!

Thespian Thrills

Joyce and I were treated to a very different point of view the other day! 

Our son Keaton and his partner Jessica wanted to really surprise us with an unusual Christmas gift, so imagine the incredulous looks we bore when the torn wrapping revealed Harry Potter: The Cursed Child theatre tickets! We've been fans of JK Rowling's genius since we first read the 7 books to our kids during their childhood nightly reading ritual, then revisited the HP magic with the 8 movies produced following the global fever that ensued. Although we've yet to read the actual Cursed Child novel, we'd heard from our daughter that the production was outstanding and we were tickled to be able to see it first hand! The show is wrapping up a long run at the Ed Mirvish Theatre in downtown Toronto and since we're retired, the kids reasoned that a matinee was the correct choice since we could make a day of it in 'The Big Smoke' while avoiding the murky darkness of the back roads home to Wasaga afterward. 

Aren't they thoughtful?

We don't venture into the bowels of the city much these days ... sorry about the image I just prompted ... and the thought of navigating the Toronto crazies to pay a ridiculous sum to park was repulsive enough that the decision was made to use the ol' TTC in its stead. We quickly realized that it's been so long since the Big Smoke entered our psyche that we didn't realize that the TTC now extends north to highway 7, near the IKEA store, avoiding the bulk of the potential traffic woes. 

All it takes is money! Turned out to be the best $28.40 I've ever spent!

Parking in the TTC lot was easy peasey at 10:00 am, and we successfully navigated the PRESTO purchase, found some seats, and settled into the hour or so commute. Our naivety was on full display as we emerged from the concrete cavern of Dundas Station, beset by complete disorientation, an affliction I am unaccustomed to. Thanks to my sheer stubbornness, I convinced Joyce I knew what I was doing, and we walked 10 minutes the complete opposite way before coming to the conclusion that she was correct all along ... something she has enjoyed reminding me off multiple times since ... prompting a a hustled U-turn  thanks to fears of being late for the curtain raising.

We don't like being late. Quite the habit really because we are ALWAYS early ... apparently almost always.

Our quickened pace meant that we hurried past a number of school groups resplendent in HP-appropriate attire lest we find ourselves behind them at the entrance. When we finally arrived at Ed Mirvish Theatre, we quickly realized that Dundas Station is just around the corner. Not wishing to completely come clean, I rationalized that we (a) got to see some of the city again, and (b) weren't going to be sitting waiting for an unreasonable time as the theatre filled prior to the curtain call.

Were we to still feel the angst of Covid, we'd have found ourselves beset by all manner of fears as we sardined ourselves into the entrance way to the theatre's foyer. The space was filled with all things HP as people ordered Butter Beers, secured souvenir paraphernalia, and grabbed traditional theatre fare prior to the curtain rising. I made the rookie mistake of dismissing the ever-so-slight bladder twinge, an oversight that came back with a vengeance by the time intermission hit, some 2 hours later. The line up to the loo was enormous, my insides screaming, and the foyer shoulder to shoulder, but thankfully the queue dissipated quickly and (TMI) I was able to solve my issues just in time. Crazy as it may sound (again, TMI), I challenged on a world record with how long it took to take care of business, much to the chagrin of the other overflowing bladders waiting their turn. HaHaHa!

Should you and your loved ones feel the pang of longing for the theatrical arts, The Cursed Child is a wondrous example of theatre magic, Polyjuice transformations, Dementor attacks, wand battles, and hexed stairways but a few of the delightful slights of hand. Sadly, what was amazing in display, sorely lacked in story, the characters wanting for 'meat' and the plot flittering this way and that like a rookie disapparator. I personally felt for the parents of the many, many youngsters who would spend the trip home answering queries of confusion. 

Having said that, we came away with a very positive warm fuzzy about our experience, certainly NOT disappointed in any way, shape, or fashion. 

The day's end featured Mr Big Spender springing for dinner at the IKEA cafeteria since we wished to make a quick stop for some Swedish specialty items. I have found the the IKEA kitchen rarely disappoints, even when considering its multi-stationed approach to service, the desserts capping off a great day. We even partook of the Lingonberry juice ... how Swedish of us!

Annnnnd, we even made it back to the beach before dark!

Thanks KP + Jess! Thanks a million times over!

It's a dirty job but ...

The weekend past, hundreds of cycling's crazies descended on the Paris, ON area to compete in the 2023 Paris-to-Ancaster (P2A) Gravel event bundled in their high-tech waterproof and thermal duds, bravely facing the cold April rain, eager to traverse the mud-infested race route all in a effort to fuel their relentless passion for the sport. I, being of somewhat lesser levels of commitment, chose not to pay the organizers to slog my way around south-central Ontario so I can only imagine what the conditions were like, but I count a number of racers as good friends whose social media posts gave me a realistic understanding of the day's outcome.

Bewilderment ... Amazement ... Shock ... Respect was my reaction.

It will come as no surprise to those that know me that I proudly proclaim to have been bitten by the cycling bug, my fanaticism prompting rolling eyes and shaking heads as I regale the details of my latest venture into the Great Outdoors. Although some would point fingers at my relatively new passion, I have an assortment of cycling friends who exhibit a fanaticism that leaves me in the same state of slack-jawed incredulity at the proof of their considerable courage.

Or lunacy ... I'm not at all sure which is correct ... no offense intended.

I've shared in past posts that the fine fellow responsible for my segue into the cycling world is a former Barrie North colleague Kevin Simms. 'Simmer' (as he is affectionately known) has embraced the Bike Life for the entirety of his, with a lengthy list of accolades like World and Canadian Championship performances supporting his whole-self commitment to the sport. Even after retirement from education, Simmer still competes at an elite level, regularly standing atop the podium after the race's end, balancing his training with his role as race director for Ignite Cycling, an elite youth cycling team he created to further the sport here in Canada and secure pro-cycling contracts for his young protégées. Heck, he even 'infected' his own children with the bug, his daughter Hannah pictured with him here a podium placer herself, and his son Noah already a seasoned pro rider. 

I'll proudly proclaim that both Simmer and Hannah earned places on the podium at the 2023 P2A, Kevin earning a silver, Hannah a bronze. Thanks to their incredulous level of skill, ridiculous level of fitness, and some good ol' fashioned luck, they literally pulled a 'Survivor' by Outlasting, Outplaying, and Outwitting their contemporaries, their mud-encrusted bodies and bikes a shocking testament to the day's efforts. Kudos to Hannah who flew home from BC to compete in the race since it was the Canadian Gravel Championships.

But they weren't alone in marking the day a success.

A number of my friends from the Simcoe-York Gravel Association (SYGA), a group of fanatics that have welcomed me into their fold, also braved the conditions of the P2A in the name of pure fun, some finishing in a respectable time (Ruth, Duquette, Ralph, Chunky, Chris), others succumbing to the fickle finger of fate with broken bikes thanks to the sheer bedlam caused by the boggy mess of the course. Judging by the photos of mud-caked heads, slogged attire, and filthy bikes being counter-balanced by 1000 watt smiles, I'd wager that most would mark the day as a proud accomplishment.

One of the casualties of the day was my great friend Jay Rothenburg, a former colleague at Barrie North, an Uber talented human who plays several different instruments in multiple bands, head of the Arts department at North, and the personification of the Energizer Bunny when it comes to cycling. Although the details of how are still sketchy, the fact remains that he managed to break the frame of his bike some 25 or so km's from the race's finish, braved the resulting hypothermia while waiting for assistance, yet still felt the day was a rousing success. He didn't have to wait alone, however, since the fine fellow giving the one-finger salute behind Jay is Ron Rehel, another SYGA vet, who lost both front and rear brakes mid-race.

To put things into perspective for all of those non-cycling types, completing the P2A in its 2023 conditions is the superlative management of bike racing while traversing through sand, your tires going in directions counter-productive to balance, while gunk splashes up onto your butt, legs, and face adding kg's of cold wetness to your attire, while peddling as fast as your little legs will allow.

This is called fun ... and it likely is ... call me a chicken sh*t, but not my circus, not my monkeys.

As the saying goes, "It's a BIKE thing. You wouldn't understand!" but I haven't felt the need to test myself like this yet so I really don't understand, BUT certainly respect those who choose to challenge themselves! I bow to the efforts of all my friends who tested their mettle!

Simmer implores me, "Mate! Ya gotta get out there for a race!"

Who knows what the future will bring?