Our Feet: Thoughts on What Makes Us Stand

Feet. They are a part of us that inspires more disgust than awe. We collectively wrinkle our noses a their mention. More than arguably being the most disliked human anatomical feature in our society, they almost seem to be shrouded in taboo. Apart from the occasional olfactory joke and the odd anti-fungal ointment add on…

On Enjoying the Little Things

I have no inherent talent for most of the things I do. I am a slow runner, a mediocre mountain biker, my skiing technique is average at the very best and, admittedly being afraid of falling and exposure, I get gripped way too easily. All in all, progressing quickly in any of these sports doesn’t…

2017: A Year in Short Format

I have always found the way humans perceive time as mysterious and fascinating. While a single day can seemingly drag on for ages and the water in your pot seems to take longer to start boiling if you stand before it, waiting – when you look back on past events, it feels as if time…

Rocky Mountain Headwind: Touring the Icefields Parkway

A year ago, Taylor and I returned from our big bike tour extravaganza from Vernon, BC, to Monterey, CA. You know, the one that showed us that it all, in fact, goes, boys. To commemorate, I have decided to recount the only bike tour I managed to go on this summer – on my own,…

Golden Ultra 60K: One Big Hill

I did it again. I stood at the start line of an ultra without having had my cup of morning coffee. It was the second leg of the Golden Ultra, aptly named Sweat. Just shy of 60 kilometres, out and back via the Moonraker trail network, with roughly 2,400 meters worth of steep ascent to…

Skis in the Thicket: A September Attempt

Mountains are among our greatest teachers. As such, no day spent among them is ever a waste. Even when a plan doesn’t fully unfold, a mission remains unaccomplished, and a goal isn’t reached, it is still worth it. For failure is one of the most valuable lessons to be taken away from the teachings of…

Crevasses and Gambling: August Turns on the Columbia Icefield

What do you call it when you decide to go on a glaciated mission to hunt for August corn skiing with two guys you’ve never actually met face to face before? A gamble, to say the least. Social media is puzzling. Its influence on our daily lives goes way beyond anything we could have ever…

Black Spur 54K: A First Caffeine-Free Ultra

To do something on a whim. The above expression perfectly describes my rationale, or lack thereof, behind running my first ultra a week and a half ago. Of course I’ve been spending a lot of time out on trails and in the mountains, preparing for the Golden Ultra, happening September 23rd. But, that’s just so…

Hibernation: Objectivity Doesn’t Matter to our Feelings

This was not easy to publish, let alone to write. I am not someone who’s comfortable explaining my feelings – spoken or written. Furthermore, divulging something so personal about myself exposes me as a person. Judgement from others is scary. Also, I do not want to give off the impression that I am looking for…

It Goes, Boys: An Adventure in Numbers

On this Christmas Day, it seems fitting to reminisce a little about Taylor’s and my two-wheeled adventure as roughly two months have passed since we made it back home. Granted, not a day passes that I don’t think about this most amazing trip of my life and what it has taught me. However, I have…