First off, happy late easter everyone!
It was a fairly uneventful week in Montreal. We underwent a number of tests designed to analyze our current physical condition leading into the new season. I was poked, prodded, inoculated, questioned (Oh god, the questionaires...!), slave driven through physically exhausting and demanding experiments, thrown in test "pods" and even my blood harvested.
Results: Out Of Shape
Beyond what we've done on our own, our small Calgary group have done little so far for organized training. I took a number of trips out to the mountains where I either skied, boarded or hiked (where I rekindling my love for the slopes), but nothing to keep me in skating shape.
Start Monday though, we are on ice at Centennial and will continue skating there until the Oval opens back up at the beginning of August.
Last weekend, for the first time in years, I had an easter egg hunt. It was Michele's idea to see who was the better hunter or hider between the two of us. Turns out she's better than me at both... Sigh... I have no bragging rights. While placing the eggs for her, I came to the conclusion that I had purchased way to many easter treats for her consume alone. So I packed up the remainder and brought them with me to Montreal.
When we arrived Paul Hunter, our team physiotherapist, had to leave right away for a meeting with the Montreal support staff and Michael, Gabby and Jess wanted to go for a walk downtown. Perfect, I thought. Conveniently, I excused myself from the excursion as I needed to "study" leaving me alone to perform some mischief.
After a good ten minutes of pleading with the front desk I managed to convince them that I would be of no harm to my teammates rooms and they leant me the keys.
I caught up with Michael, Jess and Gabs afterwards and we found a place for supper down in China town. When we returned Michael walked straight to his computer and remained completely unaware of the hidden eggs surrounding him. I half expected him to do that when I placed them, so I made sure there were enough obvious ones around his computer area. No dice.
Fortunately, no more than five minutes had passed by before there was a knock at our door. I chuckled to myself, "that is so the girls..." I thought. Sure enough both Gabs and Jess barge in and frantically start looking around giggling to themselves and snatching up Michaels eggs... Michael, slightly shaken by their energy and enthusiasm finally clues in and starts hunting them himself, allowing me to relax on the bed, laughing and enjoying the chaos unfold.
