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My Everything Hurts And I Couldn’t Be Happier

Bobsleigh rides: adult diapers not included. Wuss-bags need not apply.

Well, after a most incredible 4 day adventure in Calgary with Rick, I am home. And holy crapshite my everything hurts – a lot – and in the best kind of way.

You see, all of this hurt just reminds me of how good the weekend was, and how lucky I am to have someone in my life as adventurous as Rick. I really think everyone should be so lucky to have a Rick in their life; someone who will agree to any of your wild and crazy ideas while still acting as the voice of reason; someone who will grab life with both hands; someone who will see the good before the bad; someone who would rather laugh than cry; and someone who will remind you that life is meant to be lived completely, without reserve or regret.

Ricks are rare – so if you find one, hold on to them.

Unfortunately, the hurt also reminds me that I hurt. Go figure. However, I know that the hurt is temporary and the experiences I’ve had this weekend – much like all the others that Rick and I have shared (I turn your attention to our Hawaii adventures, screeing, mountain-top scotch, and caving, to name a few) – will last a lifetime. And that is worth any of the physical discomfort I’m currently experiencing.

For those who might be wondering, Rick and I are already planning our next set of adventures. These may or may not include such things as zip-lining at the Elora gorge, the CN Tower Edge Walk, paragliding, and a camping adventure on the Wapta ice fields.

Prepping for the ride by doing my best Darth Vader impression.

Can’t. Freaking. Wait.

But back to the moral of my story. I’m hurting in the best way possible, and I can’t stop smiling about this weekend. Sunday was the last day of our 4 day adventure and it was a great way to end our shenaniganning.

It started simply: breakfast at The Coup. It ended with an intense adrenalin rush following the most insane ride I’ve ever been on. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

We arrived at the Canada Olympic Park around 2:15, just in time for our 2:15 ride. Of course, there were others in front of us so we didn’t actually get into our sled for about 30 minutes or so. And those 30 minutes were enough to give both of us nerves. Which is weird because neither of us normally experience nerves like this when we’re doing crazy adventurous things. At least, not on this level. Regardless, we laughed them off as best we could and busied ourselves trying on helmets (safety first). And then, before we knew it, our names were called:



All smiles afterwards. Okay, mostly smiles, somewhat nauseous.

That’s right folks, they b0rked up Rick’s name. Or did they? I’m still trying to decide that. Whatever the motivation behind the name change, it was enough to make me giggle. And by giggle, I mean laugh out loud. And that calmed me enough to allow me to take my first steps out to the track.

After a few last-minute instructions from our driver, we were loaded into the sled. A random dude that was  added to our sled was placed at the back. Then me. Then Rick. And finally our driver. Helmets were double checked. Visors were lowered, and then the ride started. It started off simply – like a gentle toboggan ride. But before long it became obvious that this was not going to be an ordinary trip.

Our speed grew. And then it grew further. And just when I was thinking “Hey, this isn’t so scary” we hit the first turn. The force was absolutely intense. My head was instantly pushed towards the ground as our bodies hit approximately 5 times the force of gravity. That meant that my head weighed about 5 times as much as my neck is accustomed to holding. The force of the turn took my breath away. I’m sure my eyes were wider than they’d ever been.

All this and we get a certificate too? Sweet.

As we came out of the first turn, in the milliseconds before hitting the second turn, I remember taking a breath and then realizing that both Rick and I were giggling. I’m not sure why our reaction was to giggle, but I know for sure it was not out of fear. I was loving every second of the ride – at least between the moments when I was trying to adapt my body to the force of 5Gs. Sure, the sled could have slipped, or we could have somehow been launched off the tracks, but none of that was going through my head. All I could think was HOLY SHIT THIS IS AMAZING.

And then, as quickly as it started the ride was over. It lasted 60.66 seconds, we reached a maximum speed of 119.89 km/hr (74.50 miles per hour), we were wobbly afterwards, and we both felt nauseous.

In other words, it was absolutely amazing.

Thanks again for an awesome weekend Rick. I can’t wait for our next adventure.

Better Than Coffee? What The What?

I forgot to snap some shots at The Coup, so I pilfered this from http://www.visitcalgary.com

Before I left Calgary and made my way home to Guelph at the ungodly hour of 4 in the morning, I had to make a stop at The Coup. In fact, on this particular trip Rick and I would make two stops; the first was for dinner, the second for drinks.

While our first visit was slightly marred by the fact that it took 2 hours to get a seat (it’s a very busy place), the food was fantastic, and it in no way affected my decision to return later for drinks. I was undeterred for 3 reasons. The first reason, as I mentioned, was the food. It was fantastic. The second reason was simple: I was hanging out with Rick and other friends; the company more than made up for the 2 hour wait. The third reason however was more beverage based in nature. And that is the purpose of this post.

But first a little info about The Coup. The restaurant is located on 17th Avenue; close to shops and other fine restaurants. The schtick of this particular restaurant is two-fold; it’s vegetarian/vegan, and it’s local/organic. Now please don’t read any of that to mean that the food is less than. In fact, it is anything but. Everything that I’ve ever had there has been amazing. The flavours have been intense, and the food has been hearty. I’ve never left feeling hungry. Quite the opposite to be honest. Further, the restaurant is also quite green; trying to reduce waste wherever possible, and planting trees to offset their carbon footprint. Awesome.

The restaurant itself is split into two rooms. On the right is the lounge. A DJ plays funky tunes while 20-, 30-, and not so 30- somethings sit, chat, and enjoy the fantastic array of beverages and appetizers that are offered. I’ve sampled some of the great Belgian beers that they offer, as well as an interesting beet drink. Yes; beet juice and booze. Weird? Perhaps. Tasty? Indeed. But it is the next drink that captured my heart.

Another pilfered photo, this one from http://www.veggingoutinalberta.com/calgary.html

Last year I travelled to Calgary with my friends Manon, Mark, and Nadia for a wedding. Specifically, our friends Karen and Steve were tying the knot (and in fact, just recently welcomed a beautiful and tiny little baby girl into the world). During that visit, Rick introduced us to The Coup. It was at that time that I first tried the drink known as Better Than Folgers. In a word: sofreakingtasty.

To understand this tasty beverage, you must imagine the offspring that would result from the torrid love affair between espresso, a milkshake, and booze. Honestly, my mouth is watering as I think about it. The drink is about 10oz, 2 of which are booze: hanger 1 espresso vodka, and kahlua. The rest of the drink is a mix of espresso sorbet, soy milk and ice. In other words – it’s made of 100% pure awesome. But don’t expect to get this thing cheap. The price of awesome is high. In this particular case, $11.50. But trust me, it’s so worth it. If you stop in Calgary and find your way to The Coup, you have to try this. Not to would be akin to high-fiving the god of all things tasty right in the face. And that’s not right.

Anyway, thank you Rick for an awesome adventure. And thank you for taking me back to The Coup so that I could enjoy another Better Than Folgers (despite having eaten so much prior). And thank you also for buying said beverage for me. You sir, are a huge slice of awesome pie, and I miss your ugly face already.