How I Pushed Through -30c, Exhaustion and Injury to Have The Best Winter of My Life!

Being a Professional Ski Instructor is a very physically demanding job.  Skiing by it's nature is an activity where the body is exposed to tremendous forces in short but intense bursts.  This combine with cold temperatures and high altitude makes Skiing a major calorie burner.  There is no way I could sustain the level of energy my day demanded without consuming a lot of calories.  In fact, I have not felt so consistently ravenous since being a teenager.   

Mid season, once I started to get worn down, my immune system went on the fritz.  I readjusted my choices at the Staff Cafeteria to vegetables, protein, and water avoiding the chips, chocolate bars and Root Beer I had been routinely indulging in to that point.  At altitude the body needs more water and you become painfully aware of this fact on the mountain surrounded by a sea of water, none of it drinkable.  At home I took a regimen of supplements to bolster my immune system and made sure I got lots of sleep.  Even with all these efforts I still found myself battling through a couple rotten colds.  While it's possible to take sick days as a Ski Instructor you really don't want to for a variety of reason most important of which is powder days.     

The sun was not my friend.  Every day I would put on an SPF 70 sunscreen to battle goggle tan.  For a while I thought I may have had it licked but one very cold but sunny day in late January I forgot.  That was all the base tan my face needed to go crazy with the 5pm shadow that I later developed.  The Sun on the mountain is amplified several times by the reflection off the snow.  There isn't much you can do short of wearing a full ski mask every day and that would probably scare the clients.

There were periods in the season where I felt deeply tired to an extent I have never experienced before.  The nature of the profession is you work when it's busy and play when it's not.  I routinely skied through my days off making for long stretches without significant time to rest.  At first I really tried to take days off and do nothing but sometimes I would get back on the mountain and my muscles felt like mush.  Even though I had rested a little bit I hadn't rested enough to allow the muscles to completely heal.  

The thing that worked the best was to just push through the discomfort and tiredness.  Once I started to do this I really noticed an improvement in my energy level.  It's not really my style to endure discomfort and tiredness, anyone who know's me well will atest to this.  I'm really a with gravity kinda girl which is why I like Skiing so much.  However, all my colleagues are such incredibly talented and dedicated hardcore's it seamed no matter how sick I was someone else was in good spirits while even sicker.  No matter how big my bone spur got someone else's was even bigger and in a worse spot.  No matter, how tired I was someone else had cheerfully pushed through even more days off and went to the Gym 2 night a week on top of it.    

So It was peer pressure that made me so bad ass this season.  If your trying to change your lifestyle I would recommend surrounding yourself with people who are living the way you want to live.  After my experience this season I am convinced that positive team dynamics create a positive feedback loop.  Great individuals are attracted to good teams and good teams make even better individuals.  So if you are not totally happy with things in your life right now look at the people who are around you and ask yourself if your on the right team?  

      A Day at the Office     Deep Snow     Extreem Cold = Sun Dog     Bone Spurs and Bunions

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The Truth about Transition

Most people don't know the full story.  The plan to move back to Canada started January 1st 2010.  I remember the moment well.  I was really depressed for a multitude of reasons not least of which was my parents abrupt separation and the threat of the family business going under.  I was staring down another year in Dublin away from family during this difficult time and a long way away from being able to ski.  Out of nowhere it starts to snow.  Big fat snowflakes illuminated by the soft glow of a full moon drifted down towards green Irish grass.  

It doesn't snow in Ireland anymore.  However, for some reason the Gulf Stream had diverted west of Greenland plunging western Europe into a cold snap the likes of which hadn't been seen for 20 years or something.  And so there was snow, lots of it.  As I watched with disbelief the mesmerizing sight of white meeting the green something in me broke.  All at once I desperately needed to get back home.      

And that was the start of a big operation that has landed us here in beautiful Canmore Alberta.  Coming back to Alberta has been very strange.  I had friends warning me to be prepared for reverse culture shock but I had no idea how to really prepare for it.  I just tried to accept the upheaval and embrace transition best I could.  I think that has really helped but there have still been challenges.  

The biggest shock has been discovering that it is not so easy to slot back into my family in the same role I inhabited before.  My family has changed dramatically in four years as have I.  I find myself having to redefine my relationship with each family member creating new family rituals to replace the old ones.  I have grown acutely aware of all that I have missed being gone these past four years.  And yet, I can't deny the joy in being able to spend time with them all again, even if it is a bit strange and different.  

Many things are different about day to day life here in Alberta vs Dublin.  I feel as though I could go on endlessly comparing the good and bad of each to the other but to no meaningful effect.  In the same way that I had to accept my life was going to be dramatically different when I moved to Dublin I have accepted that my life is changed once again moving back to Alberta.  And that's not such a bad thing, really, it's the nature of existence to be constantly changing.  A big move simply brings this truth into sharp focus.  

In this moment as I write this I look out and it's another beautiful bluebird Alberta day.  Mount Charles Stewart, which stands just outside my big bay window currently is dry but it's taller companion The Cascades is covered in snow.  I have just checked Sunshine Village's Mountain Cam, and I see that there is a fair bit of snow up there but not quite enough to open.  Something about looking at the Strawberry chair and the Ski lodge suddenly reminds me of a ski trip with my family back when I was about 12.  My whole family and I stayed up on the Mountain at the Lodge for a week while I trained with my ski team.  Suddenly I am awash with the warmth of that memory.  

I can practically feel the sensation of ripping down under the Continental Divide Chair.  I have the momentary thought that this season is going to be epic, I can just feel it!  And then I come back to the present look over my left shoulder at my goofy husband in Moose PJ's and his fake rabbit fur hat and the mountains just behind him.  Were off to play some disc golf and then I have a boxing session at Canmore Fight Club.  And I realize that already the pre-season is pretty great.  

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The First Snow

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My heart sang on Friday when I woke up and saw snow on the mountains.  For as long as I can remember the first snow of the season has been a ritualized affair.  As a kid I would do a little dance of delight, stick my head out the door for a moment for one exuberant breath of icy air, and play Aspen Glow by John Denver once through.  Immediately upon seeing those first lazy flakes drifting earthward I would start to daydream about the all the fun winter activities soon to follow like skiing, tobogganing, ice skating, and snowmobiling just to name a few.  I could practically feel the snow crunching under my boots already in an otherwise dead silent night with Northern Lights blazing a torrent of red and green overhead.  Yes, in that first wonderful snowfall of the season Winter is a beautiful idea brimming with possibilities.  The reality of shoveling driveways, scraping windshields, and enduring frostbite is a distant abstract memory.  I relish this ritual of the first snowfall.  it's been a very long time since I last enjoyed it.  And yes… I did play Aspen Glow, but only once through.  

 

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50 Favorites No. 50

No. 50 is All The Awesome Friends I Have Made Here In Ireland:

I said in the beginning that these favorites were in no particular order which was true except for the fact that the absolute best was saved for last.  My flight doesn't depart Ireland until the 15th so technically there are a few more than fifty days but today is significant because it's the day of my going away party.  Over the past four years there have been MANY MANY parties and I have been lucky enough to be on the invite list.  My friends in Ireland are not all Irish but they are all amazing people with a lean towards the adventurous and mutual love of having fun.  I feel as though we have all shared in a remarkable experience living in Dublin during a period of history the full significance of which we can not yet fully appreciate.  It was inevitable that eventually life would intervene and we would find ourselves parting ways, it's just the way of things.  So…to all my friends met here in Ireland.  Thank's for all the great times and for being there when I was painfully homesick or just needing a ear.  Thanks for the birthday's, the shared holidays, the trivia night phase, the summer BBQ craze, the house partay's, and all the fun nights out at the cl/p-ub eh!  I don't like to say good bye and the following quote I believe eloquently explain why.  

"And instead of saying all of your goodbyes

let them know you realize   

that life goes fast

It's hard to make good things last

It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round"


(Do You Realize By The Flaming Lips)

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50 Favorites in Ireland No. 49

No. 49 is The Cliffs of Moher:

The very first time I went to the cliffs was in the late fall and the weather took a turn for the ugly by the time we got to Limerick junction.  The fog was so bad at the cliffs that you couldn't see 3 meters in front of you.  That happens sometimes unfortunately.  However, I could still hear the waves breaking at the base of the cliffs, smell the sea air, and sense a vast expanse of open space beyond the safety of the stone wall separating me from the perils of a cliff edge dangling 120 meters above the atlantic.  So it wasn't until the second visit that I actually had a chance to witness with my eyes the striking beauty of the cliffs of Moher, or cliffs of insanity from the Princess Bride.  The Cliffs of Moher are one of those incredible natural phenomena that defy comprehension making them hard to describe in words.  When standing on the edge I become aware of the fact that I am standing on the front line of an ancient battle ground Land vs Sea.  From the perspective of my minuscule lifespan the two appear evenly matched although intellectually I know, in the long run, the sea has the advantage.  Unless, of course, something completely unexpected happens.      

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50 Favorites in Ireland No. 48

No. 48 is Boxing In Ireland:

Very unexpectedly I took up Boxing training while living in Ireland.  It started about two years ago with me hitting hand pads with a personal trainer at my Gym for variable rate cardio.  A friend of mine is a former Bantam Weight Irish National Team Champion.  When I showed him the bruises and cuts I had acquired on my knuckles during these sessions, which were admittedly all fury and no technique, he offered to train me for a pittance of what I was paying at my gym so I started working with him 2 to 3 times a week.  In addition to these sessions I took an 8 week introduction to boxing for Women course at The National Stadium where I got a chance to spar with other female boxers.  I concluded that I don't like getting hit in the head but I remain fascinated by not only the physical training but the strategic aspects of the sport.  The Irish have a long proud history of excellent in Boxing with numerous Olympic medal winners.  I have become a huge fan of Katie Taylor, Lightweight World Champion from Wicklow, who will be representing Ireland in the 2012 Olympics when Women's Boxing debuts.  I will definitely be watching that match from wherever in the world I end up.  

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Fifty Favorites in Ireland No. 47

No. 47 is Wild Fuchsia Bushes:

In the south west of Ireland, particularly on the Dingle Peninsula Fuchsia bushes grow as tall as cottages.  They line the windy little roads on both sides for kilometer after kilometer.  Their bright red blossoms creating a blur of color as one drives through them.  The picture almost does it justice, but it's best to see them first hand in the summer.

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Fifty Favorites in Ireland No. 46

No. 46 is Irish Names:

I needed to learn how to properly pronounce these fast after I started volunteering on a telephone crisis line in Dublin.  Often the spelling totally doesn't match up with the pronunciation so this was no easy task.  Some examples of Irish girls names are Siobhan, Niamh, and Caoimhe.  For boys you have Pádraig, Diarmid, and Aidan.  All the traditional Irish names come from the Irish language and have a meanings attached to them.  Aaron and I are seriously considering naming our kids with Irish names one day.  I like the idea of naming children after their unique characteristics and qualities.         

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Fifty Favorites in Ireland No. 45

No. 45 is Irish Dancing:

As a young girl I was a competitive Traditional Scottish Dancer for years but had I known about Irish Dancing I think I would have switched.  It wasn't until I was a teenager that I, along with the rest of the world, became aware of the awesome spectacle that is Irish Dancing as presented by Michael Flatley.  I have seen productions of both Lord of the Dance and Riverdance here in Ireland.  Both have been profoundly moving and I am desperately sad that I am going to miss Michael Flatley's return as Male Lead in Lord of the Dance at the O2 in October.  He is truly a genius performer, choreographer, and producer.  One day when I was walking from Dance House after a class on my way to the Parnell Street Carpark I passed Michael Flatley on the sidewalk. I was totally star struck mouth gaping open with surprised recognition like a total idiot.  I also came across Colin Dunne, Male lead of Riverdance after Flatley's departure, one day after he asked me how to turn on the sound system in a DanceHouse studio.  Again star struck, my brain was no good and we eventually had to defer to staff to figure it out.  Irish dance is all about precision, power, and sensuality.  To me the great Irish dancers embody these three characteristics as if they themselves are instruments channelling the raw tribal quality of the celtic music accompanying them.  And this is the Eurovision winning performance that started the revolution.

      

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Fifty Favorites in Ireland No. 44

No. 44 Is People Yelling From the Viking Splash Tour Around the City:

The Viking Splash tour is something I have never done myself.  None the less I am very familiar with it.   It's hard to miss a group of people yelling a rebel yell while wearing horned helmets inside a World War 2 vehicle.  As a Dub this is just another essential layer to the Dublin city experience but it can be totally alarming to a newbie.  Like that scene in the movie Lost in Translation when Bill Murray's character nearly get's run over by a bus full of women shouting through Bull horns the Viking Splash tour is one of those things that causes the senses do a double take.  

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