The magic of the winter sun holiday

It’s coming. I can feel it off in the distance. It’s the fun and sun winter holiday that takes the edge off the season known as snow in Alberta. It has been a particularly cold winter for this part of the country and nothing can cure the cold like some 30 degree weather and some cold beers. For sure, there are some aspects to the holiday that thrust themselves into your holiday and put a charge into the week. We have all been know to indulge in a few too many slushy drinks or get a bad sunburn from not respecting the power of the sun. The interesting thing about the winter holiday is not the fact that it’s warm but instead the unique things that seem like things you should repeat when you are home, but you never do. Here is my Mount Rushmore of things that we do on holidays that we really SHOULD repeat when we get home but never do…

  1. Exercise

I know this seems like an oxymoron to the thought of a relaxing holiday but this seems to be a staple of the winter holiday. Call it guilt for the exotic foods and high sugar drinks we all consume but we really enjoy the exercise. There is nothing that gets your day off to the right start but a brisk walk/run/exercise routine in the morning, before the temperatures hit 30 degrees.

Our strategy, do something that can get the entire group involved and make it something that you are going to be hating life over, the next day. If your location is anything like ours, walking provides the elixir for the previous day. The hills, heat and scenery provide a great backdrop for some heart pumping activity. More aggressive days include crossfire or running or a major hike. Make a commitment to doing something everyday. Your liver will thank you for it.

2. Reading

For some, reading is a daily occurrence. I know we all read as part of our jobs but when is the last time you read a fiction or non-fiction piece and truly enjoyed it. That’s right, your last holiday.

I have this pocket sized Kobo that seems to get heavy use 2 weeks a year and otherwise never holds a charge and never flicks a page. But somehow, Mary and I really enjoy sitting on the pool deck or the beach and reading. I am a non-fiction fan while Mary dabbles in either faction or non. Nothing captures my interest like a true life biography about someone who has held my interest. I can lose myself for hours in that book and even catch the occasional sun filled nap, in between chapters. Why don’t I do it more when I return home? The daily grind of work, kids and other pressures puts me comfortably on my pillow nightly without a page turned.

3. Socializing

It doesn’t seem to matter whether we travel with close friends or without, we always seem to find like minded people to socialize with. Sure the allure of the pool bar always enhances the desire to chat with the person next to you but it’s more than that.

Every person has their own story and I have met some of the most interesting people over my years of saddling up to the bar. There is always some form of exaggeration involved in those stories and a value put on one-upmanship but I can’t get enough of hearing the stories and their tales of how they arrived at this beach. If friends are along for the ride, the level of fun and games only rises from there. Some of the funniest moments of my life occurred on an obscure beach somewhere in the tropics. Mary and I even tend to communicate better without the pressures of home impairing us. You remember why we were put on this Earth to communicate when you are on holidays. Why don’t we do it more often? Blame it on fatigue but I cherish the time spent with everyone during these weeks.

4. Sexy time

Come on admit it. Everyone is in some form of rut in our daily lives that gets in the way of hibbidy dibbidy night at home. Whether it’s the warm weather, the cocktails or the lazy mornings in bed, all of them collectively lead to a rekindling of sorts. Take advantage of the time and enjoy the one you brought to the dance. It does continue when you get home but the frequency of times that she “just washed her hair” and he “needs to fix something in the garage” seems to creep back in before you know it. Cherish the moment, people.

I realize how fortunate we are to be able to take a week out of the winter and travel as not all couples can do it. The good news is that whether you travel south or stay at home, these same factors are available for you to reflect on in your lives. For those who will be joining us south in our travels this year, let’s make some memories and live to tell others about them the next year.

Happy sunshine.

Marco

Losing with grace is a true gift

I hate to lose. No I really mean it, I really hate to lose. You know the saying from the great Ricky Bobby. If you ain’t first, you’re last! Words to live by.

I know this is a common theme amongst competitive people roaming the Earth but I am a first class, sore loser. I’m not a total degenerate here as I will not do anything to win. I am not the person who will cheat against his kids on board games, peek during hide and seek and have the proverbial card up my sleeve. I will try and out work and out think any opponent, in my way between victory or defeat. Why? Because the sting of losing is unbelievably painful to me and I think it gets more painful for me as I get older.

It totally makes sense to me that I hate to lose in games where I am playing in. I still play sports to win and don’t lose well. (Here’s my footnote where I disclose that my men’s league basketball team has lost close to 80% of its games in the past 7 years and although it still sucks to lose, you get a little used to it) Here are my Mount Rushmore of things that still surprise me about how hard I take losing (of all kinds):

  1. Losing games my kids play in.

I am so invested in these games and ride the ups and downs more heavily than the boys certainly do. The car ride home is particularly bad for me where I am replaying the final moments of any game, trying to learn something that I can teach them from the defeat. The truth is I am only consoling myself as invariably the boys are already over it and are more adjusted to the loss than I am.

2. Losing games my favourite teams play in

God forbid the Steelers, Celtics or BlueJays are playing for a championship, as this only ramps up the pressure and emotions for me. I have zero control over what happens not matter how hard I cheer. That doesn’t stop me from riding the rollercoaster of emotions as the game turns on me. I know there are worse fans than I am (like the dude who punches his TV after a loss. TV’s don’t like that much) but I am no fun to be around after a loss.

3. Losing my mind in a situation

I love confrontation in any form. I really do love it and enjoy the moment but every once in a while it lose it. I love the art of sparring verbally with someone and arguing your point vs mine. My worst nightmare is someone who calmly just stares at you and won’t spar with you. They want you to lose your mind over the silence of it all. Those are the moments when I blow my stack and it makes for an ugly scene. I have lots to learn from those who can master the art of the negotiation without snapping.

4. Losing something that matters to me

We have all lost our keys at some point in life. Nothing pisses me off more when I lose something that I really should be mindful of. When it happens to me, I am overcome with a phenomenon I call “Panic blindness”. I can’t tell you how many times I have ranted over something that I think should be right in front of my nose, only to have Mary point out that it really is under my nose. She does it in such a gloriously calm way as if to say, “here it is dumbass!” Nothing brings you down to Earth faster than a humbling experience searching for your keys, wallet, phone, etc with my Mary.

Losing comes in various forms, all of which are painful and educational, if you chose to embrace the moment. If I didn’t love the thrill of the victory so much, I would run and hide from the losing and the kick in the nuts it represents.

Marco

 

The greatest 11 games of the year

With apologies to the World Series, NBA Championships and Stanley Cup Finals, the greatest 11 games of the year and coming up in the next 4 weeks. Correct, that represents the 11 games that encompass the NFL playoffs and the glory starts this weekend.

Sure, I am biased towards my teams and the games they play in. This weekend, I hope to enjoy my Pittsburgh Steelers whollup the Miami Dolphins  this Saturday night and hopefully make a run into the latter parts of the playoffs. This weekend and the following one are tremendous TV weekends. There are 4 games each weekend starting with wildcard weekend and following up with the divisional round next weekend. Eight games and a wonderful display of smash mouth football.

Each game is an event to itself. The media attention from the national media is intense and you could watch this content all day long. The games are staggered between Saturday and Sunday making the attention on each game so much greater. The fans are completely immersed in the event and the tailgating before and after the events is off the charts. Go to any bar in this city and they will have the games on AND the sound will be turned on in the establishment. It’s a big deal.

This is no guarantee that the games will be entertaining though. Often the games that look the best on paper (Giants vs Packers) turned out to be duds. The games that no one cares about (Raiders vs Texans) can become instant classics. This is not the CFL. This version of football is as brutal as it is graceful. They literally punch each other in the mouth and wow you on the same play with the speed and skill of the finest athlete you will find. This is football, American style, and I can’t get enough of it.

Of course, it will end up with the Superbowl on February 5th which to many is a national holiday and to others it represents a party to hang with friends and watch the TV commercials. The reason it crosses those borders and appeals to everyone is because it is the greatest sport spectacle there is with the media attention of the paparazzi. The 10 games that determine the combatants for that game are for the true NFL fan. Make some time to watch a bit this weekend and see whether you agree.

Go Steelers!

Marco

NYC Day 5 – New Years Day

This was supposed to be the day that we recouperated from NYE. A light morning with some sleep and food and real liquids was in the plans. We had a nice morning relaxing and made our way to the World Trade Center site for some somber reflection. I have been to the site many times and am always grounded from the experience. I was there a few years after the attack and have seen the site grow over the years. Finally in this visit the new WTC tower 1 is complete and the site, although still under construction, feels restored. 

Mary and I booked tickets to enter the WTC 9/11 museum. I had seen this museum in the past and never wanted to fight the crowds to get in. That was a mistake as this place is remarkable to behold. Let alone the salvaged portions of the WTC buildings and the artifacts from the NYPD and NYFD it was the personal artifacts that were donated from the victim families that made this so moving. So many of the 2,977 souls were represented with personal belongings and stories throughout the museum. You could spend days in this place to fully absorb the impact of that day. 


I found myself lost in the section of the hall where video and audio recollections of the day, minute by minute, were recounted. The flight plan of the hijacked planes, the voices of the pilots and terrorists, the terror on the streets had me gripped. Everyone knows where you were that day and this brought me back to that moment.  They even had the voice recordings of the victims calling their loved ones, from the planes, the towers and the ground. Some of those people made it and many did not. The horror in their voice chills you to hear what was going on at that moment. If you haven’t been to the WTC site, you need to go and give yourself time to fully immerse yourself in it.

The day was spectacular and we chose to take a long walk in Central Park for the afternoon. The park is beautiful in any time of the year and a worthy place to spend any day that you can afford the time. We enjoyed a great lunch on the Upper East side of the city and walked the Park to the Upper West side and back to the city. It was a warm day and we enjoyed the hours of solitude together in contrast to the frenzy of the night prior.


The highlight of the day came in the evening with tickets to the Rockettes Christmas spectacular at Radio City Music Hall. One of my colleagues from work has 3 daughters who have been in the Rockettes over the years and they too were in town for the weekend to see their daughter Allison perform that night. Clark and Lorrie met us at the show and we were captivated for the next 90 minutes. You would think that after doing this show since 1933 that it would get stale but the dancing and choreography is mind blowing. The consistency in which they perform and hit every mark is  still phenomenal today. Allison was kind enough to invite us all back stage after the show for a tour and look at how the show happens. We had a chance to ask questions to the cast and stand at centre stage for some pictures of the grand ole hall. Someone reminded me that Radio City hosts the NFL draft every year and I was standing on that same stage. Just the perfect capper on a great week.


Some late dinner allowed Mary and I to reflect on these few days and all that we have seen and done. New York is a grand old city with so much history and energy. The people make the city for me. They are crude, and passionate; forceful yet worldly; angry and kind in their own different ways. It all comes together to form this cauldron of fire which encompasses the American and national dream. Go once in your life and you will want to go again.

We are fortunate to be able to visit this city from time to time. It’s energy pulls me back whenever I reflect on it’s charms. Thanks for sharing it with us this week.


Marco

NYC Day 4 – New Years Eve

It was always on our bucket list and today was the day. This crazy idea that a couple of 40 somethings should tough it out and stand for a whole day waiting for a giant ball to drop from the sky seemed like it was never going to happen. We had spent 3 days getting ready for it and went to bed last night determined to do this right. We were ready mentally now whether we could persevere physically, we were on our way.
We discussed a strategy to try and get ourselves into the best possible position to ring in the year. I took a walk down from the hotel around 9 to see who was crazy enough to be positioned already for the day. I was blown away with the thousands who were already in place and hunkered down. I brought breakfast back and told Mary that our plan for a 3pm arrival wasn’t going to cut it. We ramped up for a 1pm plan and started to execute operation “Zero Pee”.

You see, this was the biggest hurdle of the day. There are no bathrooms and no way to exit if you needed one. The NYPD make the rules pretty clear to everyone. Once you are security checked into the secured area, you are in or you’re out. We had a strategy that we would get near the stage after trying to dehydrate ourselves for the day. It was going to be no fun being penned in 25 blocks from the action so off we went, bundled like we were climbing Everest and hoping our bladders wouldn’t sink us.


The throng of people was insane. Thousands of people had now flooded the streets of 7th and Broadway. The security process was holding up but was going to take hours to pat down everyone.They  were trying to force us back 6 blocks to control the group. This led to one of our better decisions of the day which was to ignore the NYPD. They were doing the right thing forcing us back to control the crowds but that wasn’t our plan. We turned around and forced ourselves into an area where we had a chance to get closer to the action. After some jostling, we were in and we ended up in a great spot, right in the centre of the stage area and in great view of the ball. Now could we sustain the 12 hours?


Fortunately, the weather was clear and We were dressed for the duration. It was 3 degrees but no rain or wind so that would help us. We hadn’t eaten or had much to drink either. We tried to watch some movies on our phones but soon decided that the right thing was to simply revel in the moment and get to know those of us who were as committed. We met some nice people from Florida and a couple from Cold Lake who formed the main source of entertainment for the night. We were all of the same age and similar bucket lists and therefor we needed to stay firm on the plan. 

Amazingly, we ended up only 100 yards from, the street that our hotel was on. Around 6 it was clear that 3 of the crew were not going to make it until midnight without taking a wizz. We started a plan to negotiate their ability to be escorted to the hotel and back and with the help of a joyful NYPD officer, we pulled it off. Mary and the 2 others got back in when many others were sent packing. It was like a Survivor scene where you are voted off.  We were back and into the back 6 hours of the night.


The entertainment started and it certainly moved the time by quickly. The acts kept getting bigger and bigger too. We even saw the dude with the one hit wonder song “the whip”. It suddenly became fun and alive and everything you came for. It was a party of epic proportions and we were in the middle of it. We didn’t have to pee, or eat (although we did have McDonald’s sell us some fries for $8) or sit. We partied our asses off without a drop of anything.

Crazy hats came out, balloon swords were swung and new friends were made for the night. Even a Mariah Carey on stage meltdown with lip syncing couldn’t derail us now. (By the way, her meltdown was 10x better as she left the stage in full diva mode!) The countdown was on. 59..58..57..56

I spent a lot of time reflecting in those 60 seconds. It was a great year for me. So much promise for the future all wrapped in the past 365 days. Family challenges but lots of upsides, our health and we are engaged. Mary stood next to me reflecting the same and we counted this down 5..4..3..2..1

Happy New Year!


Tons of hugs and kisses to strangers far and wide and the city exploded into a celebration that you can’t believe with your eyes. There were 2 million people in the streets that night and every one of us was cherishing the moment. We revelled for another 15 minutes and all headed off towards our parts of the cement jungle we owned for the night. In a flash we were in the room and watching the masses pour out of the area for the next hours all the while we celebrated our check off the bucket list. Happy New Year to all of you!

Oh yeah, and I had a glorious wizz the minute I opened the door to the room…