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This weekend I popped up to Whistler to visit my friend Virg(inia). She and I worked briefly together at the Olympics; I ended up volunteering for her at Games-time after I left Vanoc. She's just awesome, and she did something amazing at the Games: she managed the workforce volunteer uniform program. Yes, the blue jackets. She worked with the graphic design folks from Brand and Creative to ensure something that met all technical requirements.

I don't know anyone who doesn't love "The Blue Jackets." Lots of 'em us still wear them with pride. It helps it's the best rain jacket I've ever owned (living in a rainforest that's saying something). But I digress.

Virg has scored a kewl job and a kewl 3 bedroom apartment in Whistler. She has a roommate, but has jokingly referred to the smaller bedroom as "Jawn's room" since she moved in. But I got her roomie's queen-sized bed, since she had left for Ontario for Christmas already. Noice.

So we went boarding on Saturday on Whistler and on Blackcomb on Sunday. For those unfamiliar each of the mountains has over 100 runs. With my skill level (lower intermediate) I could ostensibly board half of 'em. Suffice to say I didn't: in hindsight I've usually 1-2 months of riding our local mountains before I hit the big ones. And it showed. A run on Cypress takes about 6 minutes; one run stretches to 3 or 4 before you get on a lift up Whistler and takes about 20 minutes. Which killed my legs.

Saturday I also overdressed and the combination of fatigue, overheating, and not eating breakfast early enough to have it fuel my body meant I had an OK time on Saturday. For dinner Virg grilled steaks and we watched The Last Station, which I heartily recommend. Both Friday and Saturday though I slept like baby. Something about being in the mountains: I sleep so soundly.
Today, however, was much better. We synched eating and the like well and I dropped some layers. Even so the long runs kicked my ass--but I had a lot more fun. We grabbed lunch, wandered the village, then there was only a bit of time for a quick shower and pack to grab my 4PM bus back to Van. Where the lovely

querrelle was awaiting me, and organized a lovely salad for dinner.

I stepped on Virg's scale on Saturday morning btw: 77kg/170#. Not as bad as I thought the fall of emotional eating might've rendered me: not where I want to be either. 2-3kg and some core muscle toning should suffice. I'd like to fit in my preferred boarding pants (which were always a bit snug)..by mid January at the latest methinks.

I am an exceedingly lucky and blessed person.