Not To Be Trusted With Knives

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The other night I went to a friend’s place for dinner.  She’s a coworker from my old job and spending the evening at her place cementing one thing for me: I miss my old coworkers!  Don’t get me wrong – my new coworkers are great, but I built some really great friendships at my old office and I’m really missing being able to pop across the hall into Patrice’s office to catch up on her latest boy news or down the hall to Bryn’s office to bitch about the latest [redacted]. And as much as we all want to stay in touch, everyone’s so busy and it’s so much harder to stay in touch when it involves more than just walking across the hall!

Another friend I’ve really been missing is my old roommate, Danielle.  She moved to the Island about two years ago and I’ve seen her only twice since then1!  So Kim and I decided that we’d head over to visit her for the weekend!  Originally the plan was that I was going to be running the half at the Royal Victoria Marathon (RVM), but since that didn’t work out, we decided to just have a nice relaxing visit and catch up.

IMGP0143Kim, me & Danielle in Murchies tea store in Victoria.

We had an awesome time just strolling around some farmer’s markets and downtown Victoria and taking our delicious local produce to make a nice Thai curry and cococunt rice pudding for dinner.


Danielle, Sheila and Kim – chopping and stirring!

We had grand plans to go cheer on some of Danielle’s friends who were running the half on Sunday morning, but we thought the race started at 8:302, but it actually started at 7:30, so we missed seeing them3Being late for this race – sounds familiar – I think I just don’t have much luck with the RVM!

Kim and I headed home on the 1 p.m. ferry to get home in time for our hockey game. Which is a good thing, since we had a short bench again and both Kim and I got assists to help our team come back from a 2-0 deficit to win 4-2.  All in all, a pretty good weekend!

  1. which feels very strange, since I used to see her every day.  We even slept in the same bed! []
  2. and since Dani just moved to a new place and doesn’t yet have Internet access, so we couldn’t actually check o that []
  3. fortunately, we found this out before we headed out the race []


My Legs Are Sore

Because apparently I’m a masochist. Or perhaps I thought I could get my entire year’s worth of exercise into two days.  At any rate, my weekend consisted of:


Hiking Eagle Bluffs with Rachel (about 3 hours)

  • neither Rach nor I had done this hike before and it was a really nice, a fair bit of uphill at the start, but then it was pretty easy going; great view (especially since it was a perfect day with not a cloud in the sky)
  • along the way, some other hikers told us that they had seen a bear.  We contemplated the option of turning back or just talking loudly, clapping our hands and jingling keys1 – we chose the latter. When we got to the top, a woman and her two sons were there, so we asked if they’d seen the bear and she said, “No. We heard there was a bear, so we were being very quiet because we wanted to see it. But you were being so loud, we knew we didn’t have a chance.”   Apparently no one told them that BEARS KILL PEOPLE!

Stick & Puck with Kim (30 mins)

  • since I knew that the first game of the season was on Sunday, I wanted to get out on the ice, you know, just to make sure I still knew how to skate.  As it turns out, I do still know how to skate, although my shot didn’t miraculously become unsucky over the summer, as I was sort of banking on happening.
  • we didn’t stay long at Stick & Puck because, despite the fact that it was supposed to be Stick & Puck2, about 30 people, mostly very large men, showed up in full gear taking very hard shots all over the place. There was barely any room to skate and the whole time we were worried about getting hit ‘cuz we weren’t wearing full gear!  The big men were running over the few small children out there, so we figured they’d have no qualms about running the only two women on the ice over either. I felt a bit like I was letting down womankind, but I’d be no good to my team if I broke my neck at S&P before the season started, now would I?


18 km run (2 hrs 17 mins)

  • it was pretty hot out yesterday, my calves were aching from all the hiking up the mountain and I knew I had my first hockey game of the season that night, but such is my dedication to3 my upcoming half marathon that I went out for an 18 km run.
  • the run was slower than I would generally like because my legs felt like lead, but FSM bless the lovely people at the snack bar at Spanish Bank West who re-filled my water bottle for me. And put ice in it!  By the time I got home, I was *covered* in salt.  I know, sexy, right?

First hockey game of the season (1 hr)

  • despite the fact that I like to go bed by 10:30 p.m. on school nights4, I was at the rink last night at 10:15 p.m. playing my first game since playoffs in April, facing off against the same team that gave me a concussion the last time we played them
  • it was a really close game, but we won 3-2! w00t!
  • and *I* got an assist!  I worked hard for that assist – it may have looked to the untrained eye that the puck just bounced off of me and directly to my linemate, but I assure you I worked very hard to be place just in the right spot at just the right time to strategically bounce that puck off my body to my linemate who was a wicked good shot. Strategically, I say!

Anyway, all in all, it was a pretty good weekend, but my legs are barely functional. My calves look great, if I do say so myself, but they are stiff as all get out5

  1. because bears don’t want to see you, so if they hear you coming, they’ll make themselves scarce. The problems occur when you sneak up on them and they get startled. []
  2. which means people show up with just skates, helmet, gloves & stick for a bit of skating around, stick handling and such []
  3. or perhaps fear of []
  4. which I’m clearly failing at again today, since it’s 10:50 p.m. as I type this []
  5. what the hell does “all get out” mean anyway? Is that even an expression? []