So the other day I went out biking. I'll be honest, it was more out of necessity than anything, since Jason had taken the car to Vancouver before I remembered that I had made an appointment at a spa on the other side of Squamish. And before all you clowns make some smart-aleck remark about how far "the other side of Squamish" is, it's far enough to break a sweat, okay? And before Dad makes some smart-aleck comment about how far that is, far enough okay?

Got a BBQ. BBQ'd every night for a good 2 weeks straight.

Piled Coke cans up to the ceiling at work. My manager and I worked very hard on this masterpiece, and I will have you know that no adhesives were used. And yes. Those are all my Coke cans.

OK, so last night I made my debut as a fast-pitch softball player ... ON A SENIOR WOMEN'S "A" TEAM.

For all intents and purposes, the Blue Jays (since the demise of my Expos and with no progress made regarding who I am going to cheer for now, I will default to the only Canadian team, despite the unfortunate fact that they are based in Toronto ... ) may as well called me up and said "Hey, we're short a couple players tonight. Wanna come play a few innings?"

So I am back in Calgary for a training camp. The first thing we had was a meeting of people involved in the women's skeleton program. Of course, almost everyone lives and works in Calgary and some sliders weren't able to make it to the afternoon meeting. So who was there? Let's see ... Olympian ... Olympian ... Olympic bronze medallist ... world cup winner ... and me. THE ENTIRE WORLD CUP TEAM. And me. FOUR OF THE BEST SLIDERS IN THE WORLD. And me.

I gotta be honest. I felt a little outclassed.