Least Likely

In some North American school year books the Grade 12's have these comments under them...

"Most likely to be a supreme court judge"

"Most likely to own 100 cats" 

"Most likely to win an olympic medal" 

"Most likely to live in a van while travelling the world"

Of course seeing as I graduated from high school in South Africa I have no idea what might have been written about my future potential.

But this I know...

It would NOT have been "Most likely to be client of the year at a GYM"

But folks... that actually happened.  

There's lots that is amazing about about that but for me the most amazing part is that I do not look like a client of the year at a gym.  But the remarkable thing is that this gym is not like other gyms in many important ways.  And one way in which it is remarkable is that is sees people for who they are.  They see me, a still roly-poly middled, slightly uncoordinated and still physically flawed woman as strong (oh SO much stronger than when I started), determined (busting through barriers and constraints I had believed were unmovable) and fit (or fitter at least).  

Am I in single digits clothe sizes - nope. 
Are there still bits that jiggle more than they should - you betcha
Any chance I could be featured in "Fitness Weekly"? - hahahahahaha

And while my body is changing  - sloooowly but surely - the bigger win has been my mental health.  And much of that came from acceptance and encouragement from coaches who quietly gave / give me modifications to accommodate my gimpy arm and noticed when I could do things I hadn't previously been able to do and who high five me at the end of every class no matter how my performance was.  But also from other people we have met at the dojo who are also so encouraging, who crack the odd joke in the middle of hard set, who roll their eyes in solidarity at something we hate doing. 

In truth I feel a bit mortified that a very average person like me was given this award - but I am also proud that I did actually just keep showing up even when it felt like my whole body hurt, even when the "results" seemed so slow in coming and I was so discouraged.  

Exhibit A - post party brekkie 

I love good food too much to ever attain a 00 label in a pair of jeans.  And if I am honest that isn't on the cards anyway.  Because I am not it for that. I am in it to be the very best version of myself - with all my flaws and scars  - physically and mentally.  

I really don't have the words to say how totally shocked I was last night and how much it actually means to me to be seen and I most certainly wouldn't have got that plaque with my name on without a great number of people.  My sweetie Allan has been so supportive and  honestly if he wasn't as invested in this gym as me I am not sure how long I would have stuck it out - the fact that we go together a couple of times a week, as our schedules allow, has been a sweet addition to our empty-nest life.  My kiddo's come to the gym when they are home and they are such amazing cheerleaders to this Mama.  My parents, my usual suspects, my colleagues and friends have all been encouraging and noticed even the small changes. 

Pretty sure this was his expression when I signed up LOL

And Maki who owns and leads the gym  is a visionary and a heck of a hard worker.  He is a real person who makes his space and programs accessible and connects with his clients.  

His team of coaches are THE BEST and honestly they are the real reason any of us have any success and enjoy the workouts week after week.  I am so indebted to them for their kindness and professionalism and enthusiasm.  

A+ Coaches (in 70's party clothes!)

Ok ok this oscar-worthy thank you is nearly over  - I hear the music starting to play - but one more thing....

Don't ever count yourself out of anything - if it's fitness - get moving today and find your tribe - but if it's something else - get after it - find the motivation to start that thing - or find the people who can help you start  - but start - and hang in there - You have what it takes to be the best version of yourself and live your best life.  

See you on the journey.

As It Happens

We came home from the gym tonight - Friday at last - a big day, a tough week DONE. 

I readied dinner and Allan searched for a playlist and we popped a Prosecco. 

And then we remembered.

We remembered we needed to listen to something.

Allan hooked up his phone to the speakers and dialed us in to CBC Radio just before 6:30pm.

As we used to do every single night long, long ago.... in our first apartment in this new land we had arrived in... trying to find our place, our identity.  

Trying to understand what it was to be Canadian.  

After a few months in my parents basement we managed to get in to a housing co-op and we spent what little money we had on essentials - like a bed and a couch .  We bought this fantastic blue check ikea couch - man we loved that couch - it lived on in at least 2 friends apartments after we moved and replaced it.... but I think Allan and I miss it to this day....

Anyway...there was no money left for a TV that's for sure. 

But we had a radio.

So we'd come home from our jobs and as we made and ate dinner we would listen to CBC.  The "World at 6" followed by "As It Happens" followed by "Gzowski in the evening"......and we learned Canada as we listened.   We laughed, we puzzled, we raged, we teared up as we heard story after story after story from here and around the world. 

The day dismayed friends left a portable TV at our door we found ourselves very torn.  And notwithstanding the giant TV that hangs on a wall of our house now, we have remained devoted to CBC.  It wakes us up every morning.  

Tonight "As It Happens" celebrated 50 years of broadcasting.  And we ate our dinner and then moved to our coordinated-couches-not-from-IKEA, and we listened.  We did admirably well in the AIH trivia quiz and we laughed and I teared up at a listeners story of what AIH means to her.  We listened to old stories and new ones and we felt that same connection to this land, this place, these people.

In these days of "fake news" and media manipulation, a publicly funded broadcaster is a precious thing and I think we will forever listen to CBC at some point each day.

We've come a long way since that blue checkered couch that we spent days and nights on with our tiny babies who are now university students.  The Killers are now blaring, the brown lab that weaseled his way into our lives is cuddled up with Allan and we have our devices out checking in on our worlds.

We have changed so much but our gratitude at being able to live here in Canada, in British Columbia is deep and abiding.

We owe so much to so many who have befriended us, helped us, been our tribe, our village... and tonight we were reminded of that through the airwaves and the power of story.

Adventuring

After a big trip or life event it sometimes feels like getting back into routine is pretty darn boring.  But before my mother admonishes me that "only the boring are bored" I'll say this - life / routine can seem much less exciting than a trip, even a small trip.. but one can approach life / work / routine with a certain expectancy that there is excitement and adventure in the everyday.  For me this is a choice I have to make - I'm not going on big trips on a regular basis and I cannot afford  to be waiting around for an adventure to come by to make me happy / excited  - so in the choice/spirit of finding adventure in the ordinary - this new school year is unfolding with lots of new adventures in this household.

Allan's job continues to surprise him with twists and turns and trips as he navigates, and creates, his new path.  It's exhilarating and unsettling at the very same time and he is learning to live life not dictated by the bell, meeting lots of new people and forging alliances and developing connections as he goes. 

He was recently away at a conference for 5 days which is the longest I have been home alone with no kids - just me the dog - a new adventure for me.  It took a little getting used to, especially getting up to make my own tea in the morning but I muddled through.

This week I was off on an adventure.  I have been thinking about and dreaming of a different model of professional learning for Early Childhood Educators that I want to lead.  I could have forged ahead alone, with just my organisation, but I was compelled to stretch my tent and include some others to widen our reach.  It took a little courage to head south for 2 nights with people who I didn't necessarily know very well and who didn't all know each other.  But as they say - birds of a feather...and so it took very little time for us to all be getting along very well.  We were joined in our discussions and planning by our mentor/author/shero/friend and we accomplished a huge about of work in a day together that will play out over the next 12-15 months.  

It is such a privilege to have an idea / dream and see it take on shape and substance - a great lesson to me to invite in other perspectives and ideas and to stay in the process as we worked it all out. 

And we had a lot of fun along the way - many laughs, quite a few tears, a painful charcoal face mask and rather too many glasses of wine.  

We have somehow signed up for another warrior challenge / adventure at our gym but we have both had injuries lately so we are not excelling this time around... but there are a few weeks still to go and I am feeling strong again.  Allan had a back MRI and needs a little rehab adventure before he is back to full strength.  So we will warrior on as far as our bodies comply and so far they haven't asked us to do 500 pushups #grateful

The children adventure on at their respective universities and in their busy out-of-school lives with maturity and good humour.  I miss them like crazy but I am super proud of them as they find their way in the world.  I'll be delighted when they are at home at the same time for a few days over Christmas.

And Spanner is perhaps the less adventuring of us all now staying home instead of going to school... he has a friend who visits him in the middle of each day but if I was a dog psychologist I might have diagnosed him with mild depression.  We try and make up for it with lots of cuddles and walks when we are home but I think he misses all the kids. 

So there you have it - an ordinary / adventure update of sorts - as this gorgeous October comes to an end, the snow geese have returned as has the rain and the leaves are falling faster than we can rake them up!  Soon the festive season will be upon us and we'll do our best to focus on Hope, Joy and Love as the world around us often seems devoid of any. 

On chickens and their hatching

I am a "don't count your chickens before they hatch" kinda person.

It's not pessimism exactly. 

It's more about self preservation - waiting until a thing is FOR SURE before allowing those emotions to flow. 

Well

Today they flowed... right out of my eyes as it turns out.

Today I received a big brown box full of books I ordered.  

A book written by two of the leading lights in the field of Early Childhood Education in North America who have inspired and mentored me over a couple of decades now.  I truly see them as two of the biggest, deepest thinkers in the type of early childhood practice we aspire to provide.  They are multi-published authors, world travellers and speakers, sheroes of the field!

When they asked me if I would tell the story of our organisation ... in their book... I was floored.  

Me?  Us?  As we muddle through imperfectly?  

Their YES was emphatic.  Their reasoning humbling.

It was clear I would collaborate with my colleagues to tell our story.

We sat in my living room one day and started to write.  

Boy was it daunting and hard.  What to include, what to leave out... we second guessed every sentence and eventually we realised we had to send it off to be read by two accomplished writers and published authors and we took a deeeeeeep breath and hit send. 

I'd love to tell you that was it - they just loved it and voila we were published.... but that was not to be.  As we expected they had lots of questions, suggestions and guidance for us.  It was a total joy to have writing meetings via skype with them both  - we learned SO much and they were beyond gracious and encouraging.

Finally we submitted the FINAL draft and ..... nothing...... for months.... as the editors took over and the book designers weighed in etc. 

So we waited.  Quietly - only telling our nearest and dearest  - still somehow wondering if we'd make the final cut.

Well... we did... and today is a very good day. 


I'm proud of this little organization - I was the 9th staff member when I started part time in 1999.  Today we are 62 staff, 6 locations, serving over 250 families.  It has been such a rich journey of learning and failing and rising and refusing to concede and not counting chickens.  My team is incredible and passionate and brave and through hard days and tough times we have held on to our vision and values and our relentless belief in JOY and offered educators and children a rich, engaging environment to learn and grow in. I'm so lucky to lead them.

Today is a gift and an ode to perseverance and community and the pursuit of excellence in all circumstances.

Here's to chickens that hatch!

Making the Most

I come from a long line of women on my maternal side who are experts at Making the Most of any situation. 

My Irish Grandmother found herself in the colonies (Cape Town) with 4 children and a husband who worked 24/7 in their printing business.  While I am sure she, at times, was frazzled, money was tight, the kids annoying...she might have wished Grandpa was at home on Sundays to give her a hand.  What we do know is that she Made the Most of the situation and packed up a picnic and those 4 kiddos and headed to the printing house.  In what little time and resources they had they made the most of a Sunday together as a family.

When we first came to Canada and jobs and funds were tight and taking vacations seemed a long ways off and Sundays were long without our friends....My Mom (half irish if you're following the lineage) would round us up on a Sunday afternoon and take us all on a "cruise".... we'd walk onto a BC Ferry and sail through the islands to Swartz Bay - stay on the ferry when everyone else disembarked - and then eat dinner as the sun set as we sailed back.  It was a vacation and adventure and it certainly Made the Most of a quiet Sunday.

Today we were feeling the post vacation blues.  The first week back kicked our butts as we expected but there were some curve balls we didn't anticipate.  And though it was truly wonderful to see our boy yesterday it was a long day for us just-barely-over-jet-lag folks.  And this morning it was grey and rainy and there is a distinct Fall chill in the air. 

As I wandered around Save-On doing the groceries, giving myself a talking to about gratitude and expectations and sucking-it-up...I had an idea to Make the Most of today.  When I came home we spent a couple hour cooking, meal prepping and baking and then I set the table for lunch. 

It's pretty clear we're not in Paris-in-the-Summer anymore but we can Make the Most of what we do have - which today was bread, cheese, meat and a bottle of French red wine - throw in a jaunty tablecloth and some candles and voila! Parisienne lunch is Steveston.

We can't live in Paris-in-the-Summer all the time or else when we had Paris-in-the-summer it would not be as special as it was... but we can Make the Most of the moments we do have. 

Thanks to Granny Nora and my Mama for inspiring me and helping me remember .........

What to say?

I feel I should say something.  

Something about our trip, about the summer, about how we are...

But I have been stalling

Because I don't know what to say

Because I don't know what you want to hear 

Because "How was your trip?" is an unanswerable question

Which day, which moment, which meal, which interaction, which heartbreak, which joy, which crazy moment?

I am still processing it all.

The Facebook version is visible for anyone to see - it was SO amazing to see so many beautiful people and places and things...

To breathe different air, smell different smells, hear crazy bird calls and incessantly barking dogs, to eat so many different or new or forgotten foods, to gaze on landscapes that were totally familiar and quite foreign, to hear language with accents, to walk old paths and new ones...

To see Allan's Dad so diminished by dementia.  Shocking.  Deeply sad.  Confusing to recalibrate our relationship to this new version of him.  To see the impact on both his parents.  To feel so impotent to be so far away and not be able to help - to do something - or just be there longer.  

To meet old friends who lived important years with us and hold parts of our history we seldom even acknowledge in these present years - so fun and grounding and connecting and somehow a little bit unsettling too.

Our beloved country so much itself and yet so utterly changed at the very same time.  Beautiful but broken.  So inspiring to know people who are working for a new and better day, family and friends living life and managing in trying and hard circumstances.  But it is hard to see a bright new day on the horizon.  it seems a future dulled by corruption and poverty and broken promises and yet a spirit of bloody minded optimism. 

I am so grateful to all those who helped us see and understand a little better.  

We loved our travels as a family, we laughed and we walked and we ate and we ate and we took insta-worthy photos and we listened to stories and we drank coffee and wine and beer, and we shopped and hiked and we loved being together.   Our kids are amazing, flexible, fun travellers! 

We loved being with our Byres family - having adventures together and creating new memories (Kid Sandwich I'm looking at you!) - eating and cooking and laughing together.  Telling stories of our past and remembering together (and the old family photo albums - yikes)

And then Allan and I had Paris.  A time to walk (50kms!!!!) and marvel and regroup and process and talk and eat and drink and walk some more.   We needed it more than we knew.  And we miss it more than we can say.

And so here we are - the night before the start of a new year.  The kids are already in their new places - Lindsay - a new house with friends and in her 4th year.  David an RA at UBCO and into his 2nd year.  A new job for Allan and a new reality for Spanner and me...well...same job but maybe some new directions. 

Summer 2018 was incredible - so many highlights - so much to be utterly grateful for and so much I need to still process. 

Tonight I feel completely grateful for where I have been and for where I am sitting right now. 

xoxo

PS - if you do have any specific questions shoot me an email and I will try and answer.

Domino effect

When you give a man a workshop / classroom for a decade or two

He will fill it with...projects. 

Many projects.

Some out of wood, some robotic, some electronic.

He will also use this classroom / workshop to house his collections

Star wars and lego collections  - to name but two.

So when the man trades the classroom/workshop for a desk job in a shared office ... one has a problem.

A space problem.  

There is a "man house" at home but when the man has more than one hobby...

Like carving and building and fly tying and kayaking... then one has a very full man house... before the collections and projects even arrive.

So

When you have a main house with a decreasing number of residents and a man house with a shocking increase in "inhabitants" then ... well.... you see where this is going....

The dominoes started falling on Saturday as the sheer volume of Allan's personal teaching materials that have to be moved became evident.  And as the space in the man house was surveyed it became clear - something had to go. 

So the fly tying station got bumped from the man house to the main house family room.  

Only the desk did not fit.  

So it got bumped to the backyard for donation.

The house was surveyed for other suitable options and the desk in the master bedroom got bumped downstairs to become the fly tying station.  

So the 1990's scrapbooking materials in the upstairs desk had to go.

And so by the end of the weekend the man house is slightly more ready to receive the contents of the classroom/workshop, the family room is now ready for the fisherman to tie flies AND watch TV AND chat to the wife who will not be scrapbooking. 

Apart from rearranging our house and the man house, overhauling workshop Al's wardrobe, figuring out dog duties as well as new work and workout schedules - the dominoes should stop falling soon enough, right? 

GAGOTT Day

I took the day off.

And how sweet it was - it sure has been a long stretch of full , full days. 

But I spent most of the day in front of the computer anyway. 

No, no,  don't panic... I didn't "work" on my day off but today was GAGOTT Day. 

Get A Grip On The Trip Day.

Allan and I set aside today to focus on getting 4 Adults across 3 continents, 3 destinations, and maaaany flights and having a spectacular time while doing it!

So we started with breakfast in the village - as one does.  Focus without bacon?  I don't think so!

And coffee - lots of coffee - of course!

And then we came home and sat on the sunny and warm patio and made lists and delegated research and thought through a bunch of logistics and supplies and connections etc...

Allan appropriately attired

And then we moved into our "office" and hit the computers. 

It was SO FUN!

I often do this part of trip planning on my own but it was great to have a partner in crime as we trolled our way through travel websites figuring out metro passes, wineries to dine at, beaches to surf, tours we might want to take, places not to miss and I even found our long ago booked hotel in Paris was having a sale and I got a better rate!  More croissants en cafe for moi! Allan spoke in a ridiculous french accent while reading websites and we poured over maps.  I "chatted" with some lovely ladies I went to high school with and made plans for a reunion in our home town (the reunion hostess lives 4 doors from Allan's sisters house where we are staying - CRAZY!).  We figured out how to wire money to SA to cover all the things my sister-in-law Wendy has booked for us (even a fly fishing excursion which just shows how much she loves that brother of hers!)  - for which we are so so grateful!

We ordered some gifts for family and friends and did a little travel retail ourselves - funny how that happens but yay I now have those dorky looking noise cancelling earphones for the plane (all in pursuit of some of the 44 hours we will be on planes to be ones spent sleeping!!!).

We didn't get it all done but we made a huge dent in the TO DO lists and we chatted and dreamed and laughed as we did it - with more coffee and possibly a wee bit of chocolate.

We were on such a roll we nearly missed the gym... but we managed to get out the door in time! Phew.  We are pre-burning calories for all the food we will be eating in August - that's how that works right?  

Such a great day off and I'll rest a little easier tonight feeling a little more on top of the #Byres4ontour2018 

Catching my breath

My happy place is where my people are around me

My happy days are busy ones

And boy oh boy have I had a lot of happy, happy days lately.

June was it's usual blur but for unusual reasons and when the first little person walks through the doors of Gardens Children's Centre tomorrow morning all that blur will have it's very happy and satisfied fulfillment. 

And apart from work, my personal life was very busy too and contained some pretty hard personal moments I had to dig deep to find the energy and grace to face and then keep on going.

Quite suddenly at 1pm today I found myself home...alone...and likely to be that way for the remainder of the day.

And I took a deep breath, put on a load of laundry and cracked open my laptop.  

I had a solid couple of hours to catch up on email correspondence, write a report, review my calendar, review a proposal I need to complete this week.  It felt so good to work away at the list in my head that has been popping into my late night thoughts.  Every now and then a brown lab would come over and rest his head on my thigh and look up at me with his big brown six year old eyes just to prove that when one has a dog one is never really alone.  I really do appreciate his presence in my life and in our home.

And as I flipped the laundry, made the bed with fresh, new linen, cleaned the bathroom, swept the hallway I felt my chest expanding, the air filling more and more of my lungs. 

I went to water my veggies,  trying to save my tomato bushes from the ravages of the windstorm last night, smelling the warm earth and the water and the plants, listening to the chatter but feeling pleasantly detached from it.  

After some groceries I came home and with only myself to feed, the sun warm on the patio and wind having died right down I sat down to dinner with just my thoughts and feelings.  No agenda, no conversation, no expectations, no obligations (and only a tiny bit of guilt for the lack of veggies on my plate).  The sun was shining through the hanging basket and leaned back in my chair and breathed deeply. 

Having missed the gym this morning I decided a long walk was in order and I took myself and my thought bubble to my beloved dyke - dappled sunlight warm on my skin, the tiny breeze cool and welcome, the smell of BBQ's, the odd Canada flag still flapping on a fence, flowers, dogs, voices, little puffs of dust as I walked along.

And so these hours come to an end as my boy is headed home from his day at the beach with friends - I am sure he'll be full of all the happenings and we'll chat until it's dark out.

And I will crawl into my fresh sheets tonight missing fisherman Al but feeling like I can do July.

My breath is caught, my head is up and my heart is ready.  

Licensed

I think that after a stressful event there are two ways to react: 

A happy dance, energized and exultant one whoops it up

or

weak-kneed, shaky, teary with relief one sinks into a chair 

I was the latter today.

6 years ago I stood in the shell of a decrepit old castle with a good few inches of bird (and other) poop on the floor and wondered if I (and others) must be mad to think children would one day play safely in this space.  

It has been a long journey, with many setbacks and obstacles.  This is the only project I actually walked out on in frustration and anger when things were not going in a direction that was respectiful of the children who would one day occupy the space.  I believe I packed up my stuff, as the room looked on in silence, and said something like "I wouldn't put horses on that playground let alone children.  When you decide to offer a space that is worthy of young children feel free to call me but this is not it".  

 

Someone called it a "power play" but is was my moment of "enough".  

These spaces are created for children and families and Educators but they are a piece of a much larger political and social agenda.  It can be tough to navigate and as merely the tennant we can get sidelined and squeezed out.  But we held the line for the children. We always do.

All those busy days, those days of discussions on flooring and lighting and the size of storage rooms, the height of windows and so much more (the discussion on the height to toilets is 15 emails long alone!)...  they... are...over! 

Today we had our final inspection in order to be granted a license to operate Gardens Children's Centre (notwithstanding the fact we have spent 50k, hired 9 staff and enrolled 40 families already) and we PASSED with flying colours.  

And I sat down, weak-kneed and teary after I high-fived my colleague.  

I am deeply grateful for all the people over all the years who stepped up to make this place the beauty it is today.  If ever it took a village, this one took a city, a developer, a non-profit and a ton of hours of work and thought and commitment to get us over the finish line.  

I have loved being in the castle for the last couple weeks (often on my own just taking it all in - reminiscing on the journey) but my time of start-up is coming to an end soon and I will be going back to my regular desk and the laughter, tears and energy of the smallest citizens will be the soundtrack here of living their lives alongside our excellent educators here.

My heart is full of gratitude and expectation for what this place represents for our community now and for decades to come.  Our vision is unfolding again in a new place - "Changing the world by honouring childhood"

And now I need a kleenex and a coffee. 

May the work we do, make the world we live in, a little more worthy of our children". Tom Hunter

ROAR!!!!

Remember THIS start to our 8 week Warrior Challenge?

Well....

It.is.DONE!

8 weeks - 8 nutritional challenges which were cumulative and 8 physical challenges which - thank goodness - were not!

This is what I remember:
Drink one large glass of water before you do anything in the morning (then proceed to spend the day calculating your distance from the bathroom)
No eating after 8pm (no problem.....on weekdays)
Drink a glass of water 20 minutes before every meal (see above for bathroom impacts)
Have 20g of protein at every meal.  40g for Allan.  
Prep all meals for 4 / 5 days at a time.
Have Vegetables at every meal (Please note: Bacon is not considered a vegetable) 
No sugar (no comment)
No alcohol (whatever - it was one week) 

500 push-ups (somehow continually cursing made these go faster)
Sleeping 7-8 hours a night ( ha ha ha ha ha ha - it's been over 2 decades since I put up those kind of sleep numbers)
A lot of V-ups (my abs, my abs, where the hell are my abs?)
20 minutes cardio 3 times a week (excluding gym time)
A jumpy, inchworm combo thingy for 5 minutes a day (total fail for me on this one - there are certain things one can do in a hotel room with a colleague - I felt this crossed the line)
1400 body weight squats (these were a pain in the butt... as they should be)
Ankle Grabs (I like these - I can do a lot in one minute, but in 2 and 3 and 4 minutes - UGH it's like time stood still and so did my core...but I ground them out while moaning loudly on the livingroom floor)
400 burpees (no words can describe my disgust at these but man my push ups are so much better than they were in week 1 - I have arm muscle bulges)

Anything I missed I must have blocked out.

But we DID do it - almost all of it... almost always together.

And some things will totally stick with us beyond the Challenge.  

Our water consumption is WAY up and more consistent. 

We have added spinach and protein powder to our normal morning smoothie and cut the orange juice making it a much healthier start to the day.  

We experimented with egg bites - egg/veggies and protein baked in muffin cups and then taken to work and reheated.  Allan loves them.  I cannot.  My egg pickiness cannot be overcome.

Our carbs are way down.  We cannot get through even a small loaf of bread.  The occasional bagel with peanut butter is still my comfort morning treat though. 

And beyond that we have much better awareness of good nutrition, the many ways sugar is hidden in everything, the muscles that hurt the most and the hate we have for burpees is unchanged. 

So today we measured and weighed in - we already knew we weren't going to see staggering numbers but we lost a couple pounds and a few inches between us.

When we got to the gym today - Coach Jeff walked over to congratulate us - we thought it was for surviving the Warrior Challenge but it wasn't... it was for being named the Clients of the Month at the Dojo - I choked right up and blinked really fast - to be recognised for the 66 weeks we have worked our butts off, through injury and pain, for having conquered some demons in trusting my body again, for having met so many incredible coaches and new friends and to be in the company of some of our greatest fitness inspirations, feels incredible.  

We couldn't be more grateful for this challenge, even the burpees and no beer week.   and all the support from our Coaches and Team mates #halusa!

We are warriors, even if only in our own minds... we have more battles to come ... I have yet to conquer the famed Hurricane class and we have aged bodies that still need a fair bit of conditioning.

But we are doing IT... one class, one day, one burpee ankle grab at a time.

Roar!!! 

An unconventional life

Every now and then someone enters your life and leaves an imprint disproportionate to the length of time you have known each other or the amount of time you spent together.

Scott Taylor was just such a person.

He came into our lives a few weeks after a certain brown labrador did. 

And when I say came - I mean we begged him to come to our home and tame our wild thing.  

He walked into our home, as he would on more than one occasion, hat on head, long hair in a ponytail, a twinkle in his eye and more insight into dog behaviour and how to manage it than we will ever know. 

Scott is a large presence physically and emotionally.  

He does not beat around the bush - he tells it straight.  So he sat us down - without the dog and promptly dismissed any myths we had about dogs.  "This is not a Disney movie - this dog does not love you" "Your family is a pack and Spanner will be wherever in the pecking order you let him"  "This dog can be a jerk if you let him - your behaviour will determine that" "Teachers and Social Workers are the worst dog owners - way too soft!" 

We sat wide-eyed and wide-eared and I frantically took notes (determined to buck the teacher/social worker trend)

And then he asked to meet Spanner. 

In 30 minutes he tamed that little monkey into totally obedient submission.  Spanner did things we did not know any dog could do much less a mischievous puppy.  All of this in the family room.  And Spanner was completely exhausted from the mental gymnastics Scott had him doing.

Our jaws were on the floor. 

That was the start of our relationship.  

For two years Allan and David (sometimes Lindsay and I too) drove to Point Grey to do dog training classes with Scott.  Scott's friend Sue had bred Spanner and she and her dog Solo came too.  David would help Sue with Solo while Allan worked on Spanner. Scott was the benevolent emperor of the room.  Sometimes storming around barking orders and other times sociable and chatty.  But always completely spot on with the dog training.  Scott knew Spanners Mom (Tanka) and Grandad (Hudson) and he recognised the traits that needed work and helped Allan to manage them.  

He would return to our home and do some on-leash training with me and the kids who struggled with 65 pounds of labrador when said labrador spied a squirrel, a person, a candy wrapper..... within an hour Scott had Spanner walking with us all and then off leash with him on Steveston Hwy - an unbelievable display of Scotts incredible wisdom and skill with dogs. 

Scott died tragically a few weeks ago and we have carried our sadness around with us as well as many questions we wish we still had the chance to ask him.  Today we joined an incredible mix of people to remember Scott - a man who had hardship and heartache but found a way to live out his passion and in so doing inserted himself into the stories of so many. 

So much of enjoyment we have had with almost 6 year old Mr. Spanner was thanks to Scott and the hours Allan devoted to the training.  Allan and Scott found a way to communicate and worked on some projects together.  Allan the educator helped Scott the dog trainer to connect better with his clients while Scott imparted so much knowledge that Allan has so diligently used to make Spanner the delight he is to our family.

Scott will forever be remembered in this home.  With gratitude and a few good stories.  

Go well our friend

xoxo

Allan, Nicky, Lindsay, David and Spanner Hudson Byres

And so it begins....

So the big 52 week milestone at the gym came and went.  

And then 53, 54, 55.....

It was sorta anticlimactic.  

And the thought of another consecutive 52 weeks until the next milestone seems unattainable with an overseas trip etc...

So when they announced they were having an 8 week "Warrior Challenge" at the gym - we thought - what the heck! It will give us new focus and new drive. 

I was a little.... well ok.... a LOT ...terrified.

A Warrior Challenge sounds terrifying no?  This sort of image sprang to mind....

But no one can work out in all the armour and I am pretty sure the Dojo is a no weapons zone.... so WHAT could it be?

Coaches become quite vague all of a sudden, but also utterly confident that this is just what you should be doing.  But WHAT are we doing.....???

Despite the subterfuge we signed up and showed up on Saturday to be oriented. 

145 people divided into teams - each with a head coach.  A brief overview of the WHY...ya ya .. lets get to the WHAT people....

But no... first to the measurements..... UGH.

I suppose if one wants a measurable goal then one has to be measured.  

And weighed. 

A few more instructions and encouragement and then to wait for the weekly video on Sunday to detail the week 1 physical and week 1 nutritional challenge.

So we went home and carbo loaded.  

I'm not kidding - it had the feel of the last supper. 

Sunday morning arrived.  We waited and ate a big breakfast - we're not stupid.... nothing is Officially ON until the video is out. 

It's week 1 - how hard could it be?  They will start us off easy I'm sure.

The video was posted.  

We clutched our coffee cups and hit play.

Blah, Blah , Blah.... Week 1 physical challenge is.... do 500 push-ups.  

I'm sorry?  WHAT did he just say?   Even he paused to let that sink in.....

5 0 0 

Allan had already calculated it was 72 a day and some keeners had already posted they had done 100.  

WHAT????? - I was in disbelief. 

I haven't done 500 push-ups in my life.  I'm the girl with the gimpy arm remember.  I only started doing push-ups about 5 weeks ago.  And they are ugly.

5 flipping hundred. 

Oh yeah - the nutritional challenge (which unlike the physical one is cumulative) ... Nothing but water after 8pm at night.  Now that seems reasonable to me. ANYONE can do THAT.

500 push-ups

I ranted and raved around the house for a bit.  Told Allan we should have signed up as one person and halved the load.  And a few other things. 

I did the groceries (no chips I swear) and went for a walk and to a lovely art workshop that I made a cool shadow box diorama thing at.  Walked home and had tea with Allan.

And did 25 push-ups on the living room floor

As wannabe warriors do - apparently

I wanted to cry.  

I cleaned the floors and prepped the vegetables for dinner.  

Allan came back from the man house and made us do 25 more.

It's unbelievable.  It's madness

I have done 50 push-ups

A lovely Sunday roast is in the oven so we can eat before 8pm, settle on the couch and watch the Call the Midwife, sipping our water and be free and clear

Except for those next 25 push-ups which WILL be done. 

If you see a slightly round, middle-aged woman in the elevator tomorrow who seems unable to lift her arm to hit the button....please...for the love of all that is good...ask her what floor she needs and hit the damn button for her. 

Thank you.