Everyone has traditions. Whether it's certain family get-togethers, summertime camping, or holiday activities, everyone has them. They bring with them a barrage of memories, mostly great ones, although not always!! I grew up in a hunting and fishing family. We used to go fishing, at the same place, at the same time, for 3 weeks, every summer (although my parents still do, I haven't been in a few years as it falls smack-dab in the middle of race season.) My first hunting trip with my dad was when I was 13; freshly started high-school, I was off for some great northern exploits with a rather large hunting group (consisting of a bunch of fire fighters, it managed to get damn rowdy at times; once the Appletons Estate Jamaican Rum came out at night, it was like a comedy show!) I've been hunting every fall with my dad (and now with my mum too,) and it seems to have become another tradition for me. I love everything about it: the little trail-mix baggies (homemade by mum of course, a big mix of whatever she deems good enough for us;) the fall colours on the trees after the first good overnight freeze; the evening hot-tub/bathing sessions (which include the rule that you can't get out until you've found a satellite in the evening sky, which isn't difficult when there's no light pollution to steal the show;) sitting around the wood burning stove dad made out of a propane cylinder (to heat our tent that we live in,) eating mum's great pre-made home cooked meals, sipping away at a cold beer (which may seem counter-intuitive up there in the cold, but is there EVER a time when a cold beer doesn't fit the bill?) When I start to think about this new(ish) tradition of mine, I can't help but think about all the finer details that make it so great! This year I brought up a box full of different single-serve craft brews to test out; I discovered a few beers that I like (but a whole bunch that I don't!!)
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'Discovering' some new brews |
It just so happens that the hunting season starts right at the end of race season, so it's a PERFECT time to escape from civilization (yes, I do mean that in every sense of the word; there isn't ANY reception anywhere even CLOSE to where we hunt, rendering our cell phones as nothing more than a flashy paper weight, to prevent our reading material from flying away,) and give myself the mental and physical break I need to recharge from a long season of training and racing. I'm almost 3 weeks into the 'off-season' break, and friday looks like it'll be the re-start of training! FINALLY!!! I tell you, going that long without training, I'm feeling pretty antsy and chomping at the bit. But it's a healthy (and necessary) break from the rigours of training. I feel my energy levels are ridiculous (even WITHOUT a sip of coffee, I always feel ready to go!) I'm able to run up a few flights of stairs without my legs screaming at me with fatigue. A few of the many signs I'm ready to start going again. It'll be back to the basics, building up slowly and steadily to make a solid foundation for 2013.
It's time to 'Chop wood, carry water'; put in the hard work through the winter that'll payoff in the summer.
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'Chop wood' in the most literal sense of the word!! |
As unsuccessful as out hunt was in filling the freezers, it was successful in the sense that it filled me to the brim with a new eagerness to start the long-haul to the 2013 season. It isn't going to be easy, but nothing worth it's weight in beans ever was! Should be a fun fall/winter, sounds like there might be some fun 'new' training adventures on the agenda!
Happy training!
Nathan