Author: Holly Bird

Nap time

When I saw that one of my favourite sports-humor columnists was compiling content for an article about triathletes getting married in 2013, I submitted Jon's and my story.  To my delight, Susan Lacke wrote me back and said she'd love to put us in the Valentine's Day edition of Triathlete.com. So here is us, from the eyes of someone else: Tying the Knot, Triathlete Style My own blog about the nuptials will have to wait. This is an adorable, short read. But when I say that,  am obviously biased. I have a trick for coping with busy days. Scratch that- I have a trick for coping with stressful situations. I learned it during guiding and I have managed to employ it (with moderate success) over the course of the years that have followed. The trick is simple and goes like this: STRESSFUL SITUATION OCCURS (is occurring) 1. Breathe slowly and count to ten. 2. Shut eyes (If this is deemed socially acceptable in the situation) 3. Imagine something that either: makes you laugh or takes you somewhere happy.You could say that my Mum successfully planted these seeds of coping, viagra 60mg because when I was a little girl and feeling unwell, viagra 100mg she used to coach me to imagine myself somewhere far away and happy. For the most part I’ll admit to indulging in fairly far-flung fantasy moments...

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Brand new ending

As I am preparing for this week ahead I take notice that January is coming to a close. With only a few days of this first month of the year left I realize I haven’t done any goal setting or planning for 2013. Not that one cannot goal set & dream & plan & conspire at any time in the year, historically I have taken stock of life at the end of the year, looked ahead to the next 365, and committed some thoughts to paper about it all.  Since our return from Hawaii everything has been moving at breakneck speed and I haven't made time to sit and reflect, but that is certainly on tap for this week. It reminds me of a quote I had in my (now old and ratty) inspiration book. Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new...

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Murk-i-meter

The man speaking to us had a full grey head of hair, slicked back by the salt water, remnants of the recent dip in the ocean dripping slowly onto his face. He tells us he has been swimming in these waters- this little plot of beach and ocean- for twenty years. "Only the second or third time, I reckon." He pauses, exhales and proceeds on a long winded story about close encounters of the whale kind. It's the shark part I'm interested in, the shark part I want to come back to. I shift my weight between my sand-packed zebra coloured flops, waiting for a moment to ask again. Only 500 meters earlier, treading water just off the shore break, the endurance swim group we stumbled upon (invitation via exceedingly friendly lifeguard at the local pool) paused before carrying on their Sunday morning swim to Big Beach. The consensus in the group was quick and unanimous. Due to the murkiness of the water we must swim back immediately. The group was vague and unwilling to explain to us mainlanders why the cause for alarm.  "We don't swim in this water because of the risk of shark attack. It goes up substantially when they can't see you, and because this water is so murky, that's a factor. They don't understand you're not prey. So to keep our arms and legs,...

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Garth

The man speaking to us had a full grey head of hair, slicked back by the salt water, remnants of the recent dip in the ocean dripping slowly onto his face. He tells us he has been swimming in these waters- this little plot of beach and ocean- for twenty years. "Only the second or third time, I reckon." He pauses, exhales and proceeds on a long winded story about close encounters of the whale kind. It's the shark part I'm interested in, the shark part I want to come back to. I shift my weight between my sand-packed zebra coloured flops, waiting for a moment to ask again. Only 500 meters earlier, treading water just off the shore break, the endurance swim group we stumbled upon (invitation via exceedingly friendly lifeguard at the local pool) paused before carrying on their Sunday morning swim to Big Beach. The consensus in the group was quick and unanimous. Due to the murkiness of the water we must swim back immediately. The group was vague and unwilling to explain to us mainlanders why the cause for alarm.  "We don't swim in this water because of the risk of shark attack. It goes up substantially when they can't see you, and because this water is so murky, that's a factor. They don't understand you're not prey. So to keep our arms and legs,...

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HollyBird I’m Holly: an Entrepreneur, marketer and endurance athlete living in the Canadian Rockies. These are stories of my (mis)adventures.

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