<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069808142932590884</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:32:02.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zero to Hero</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowdaze.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069808142932590884/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowdaze.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JBM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09942244627354227720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069808142932590884.post-2654400753150403258</id><published>2011-05-18T18:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T21:10:54.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone loves a good ol' fasion photo essay. Sadly, budget cut backs due to the poor economic times have forced me to lay off my personal photographer capturing my hidden stomps....and getting my little brother to do it, just isnt cool, so these photos will have to due. enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608247924438459042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ttI8YDGGRIk/TdR_xgR54qI/AAAAAAAAAFc/nA9rhgRWpMY/s320/444.JPG" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheeky the Traveling Squirrel arrives in Calgary for the week! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608247540445763842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iM2Z76NuZlE/TdR_bJy6WQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZG-eQx3bUeY/s320/333.JPG" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Canada Olympic Park! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n0VHljydzlc/TdR-8dUtGLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/FPF6rptyGQA/s1600/222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608247013111830706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n0VHljydzlc/TdR-8dUtGLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/FPF6rptyGQA/s320/222.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheeky had a front row seat all week @ the FIS World Cup Slopestyle and Superpipe events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Gxym8hWXn0/TdR8o0nvvtI/AAAAAAAAAFE/H8nb-fVIusw/s1600/111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608244476745072338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Gxym8hWXn0/TdR8o0nvvtI/AAAAAAAAAFE/H8nb-fVIusw/s320/111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since this feature was part of the FIS World Cup course, therefore restricted...the story behind this picture is funny. I grabbed the first semi-capable looking person to ride the chairlift up with and recruite into this mission. I managed to pick the only guy on the mountain to have never used a digital camera before, but regardless he was willing...after a crash course, a quick trip to the 'location' where he would stand on the outisde of the safety fence and where point the camera for the shot(I actually made and X where he would stand and also laid a branch in the directing for him to aim the camera and shoot). We went back to the chair lift and road back up to 'location' of the photoshoot... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Knowing I only had 1, maybe 2 attempts at getting this picture before ski-patrol chased me down, I nervously re-explained how to operate the camera to my photographer, who we will just refer to as "rain man".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Attempt #1. Fail. Rain Man pushed the capture button to early. no big deal. back down to the chair for another ride up and another re-explaination on how to take the picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Attempt #2. Success! A couple of high fives later and we parted ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7F1sz4IQtzo/TdR8KSubZQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/gGXt1oQvWgw/s1600/100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608243952250217730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7F1sz4IQtzo/TdR8KSubZQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/gGXt1oQvWgw/s320/100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whats not to love about fresh air, fresh sushi and fresh snow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I spent a week in North Van for some Bromance with my Cousin Jesse who recently moved here from Nova Scotia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608243612877806946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dTX_0X6FnWE/TdR72idvXWI/AAAAAAAAAE0/r5Up4OXJawo/s320/99.JPG" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;greasin' a little view of Van City while gettin' my board slide on @ Grouse Mountain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rbO7ZXXSmTs/TdR68JFZZoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/h_KkFk9waYw/s1600/88.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608242609632405122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rbO7ZXXSmTs/TdR68JFZZoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/h_KkFk9waYw/s320/88.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If Squamish isnt "picturesque" I dont know what is ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608240945616471042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYc0oLGpRiM/TdR5bSJFRAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/d8jkG7tSGPA/s320/77.JPG" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheeky Arrives in Whistler. A view from his digs for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608239966339241714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GCgO-IoFV6U/TdR4iSDMlvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/MhN_XRXdpaY/s320/66.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; My first day of "real snowboarding". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Incredible hosting and mountain guiding from a six year local made these some of the best days of snowboarding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6XSz41IpfeA/TdR3V1CB5eI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-t8TbdZOnjM/s1600/555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608238652879660514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6XSz41IpfeA/TdR3V1CB5eI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-t8TbdZOnjM/s320/555.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do Charlie Sheen and I have in common? we both love white powder. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three straight days of the finest lines of BC's drug of choice. SNOW!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bgd75Wm7iHU/TdR0vbMKtcI/AAAAAAAAAEM/122COPbM9Hg/s1600/44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608235794084574658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bgd75Wm7iHU/TdR0vbMKtcI/AAAAAAAAAEM/122COPbM9Hg/s320/44.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im putting this poor quality photo in for two reasons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#1. its a XXL wall ride that I was greasing/transfering 98% perfect all season long and I love bragging about it.&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#2. I like telling people about the one time I got hung up on the top of it while doing a stall/transfer and ate shit, providing the entire chair lift and line up with a story to tell their friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RmSsOmmKyeU/TdRxtUVeF2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/7ykDyi0AJdg/s1600/33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608232459349923682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RmSsOmmKyeU/TdRxtUVeF2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/7ykDyi0AJdg/s320/33.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When we first heard about the phantom hip-jump, It was easy to call it a sham...There was over 20mm of rain in only a few days not to mention the days in between were hovering temperatures of +10 to +14. As we pulled into the parking lot, it was out first sighting of snow on the hill, but there was still skepticism in the air if in fact, there was a ride able feature up there...it was a very silent hike to the top of the hill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3jmSisBnWTE/TdRwRHv5SeI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rxj29aJbY60/s1600/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608230875423132130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3jmSisBnWTE/TdRwRHv5SeI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rxj29aJbY60/s320/22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Spring Spine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...until we saw it! These are the remains of a poached Salmon Ski photo shoot! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ebsC8Ihz2uo/TdRwFjiaieI/AAAAAAAAAD0/sDtAmayMOSM/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608230676724353506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ebsC8Ihz2uo/TdRwFjiaieI/AAAAAAAAAD0/sDtAmayMOSM/s320/11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Last Call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069808142932590884-2654400753150403258?l=snowdaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowdaze.blogspot.com/feeds/2654400753150403258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snowdaze.blogspot.com/2011/05/never-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069808142932590884/posts/default/2654400753150403258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069808142932590884/posts/default/2654400753150403258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowdaze.blogspot.com/2011/05/never-summer.html' title='Never Summer'/><author><name>JBM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09942244627354227720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ttI8YDGGRIk/TdR_xgR54qI/AAAAAAAAAFc/nA9rhgRWpMY/s72-c/444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069808142932590884.post-574920241983634341</id><published>2011-05-17T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T21:43:15.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q4hhhNs4jKk/TdM8lizlFKI/AAAAAAAAADk/wC9rL_EL3B4/s1600/logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 91px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607892576702370978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q4hhhNs4jKk/TdM8lizlFKI/AAAAAAAAADk/wC9rL_EL3B4/s400/logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I suppose its about time for me to say something about how the training at the Peak Centre went for the last few months. Well, ill save you a lot of reading and i'll save myself a lot of typic...it was painfull! It was still everything I wanted it to be, but I have to admit, It was grueling at times. Now I fully appriciate what true athletes endure season after season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607859545052571266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0UaZYR-QZxo/TdMei2UkZoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/L2NtvuETeHs/s320/IMG00232-20101004-1722.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Threshold Testing; The best way to precisely identify weaknesses as well as moniter training progress&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;VO2 max (also; &lt;em&gt;maximal oxygen consumption&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;maximal oxygen uptake&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;peak oxygen uptake&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;aerobic capacity) &lt;/em&gt;is the maximum capacity of an individual's body to transport and use oxygen during&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;incremental excersise, which reflect the physical fitness of the subject. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The name is derived from V-volume, O2- oxygen , max-maximum.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;VO2&lt;/em&gt; max is typically expressed as an absolute rate in Litres of Oxygen per Minute &lt;em&gt;(L/Min)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After wrapping up my last max test at the Peak Centre in December, I would essentially know where I would stand with regards to my maximum athletic endurance/performance for my body composition. I still dont know how I really feel about my results, but the good news is, my Sports Physiologist said if I keep up with a similar training program for another 6-12 months, I may possibly increase my max threshold...or the quicker alternative offered, intervals of Altitude Training. weird science! I think I need to go back to The GoodLife, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 173px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607861710774156738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fe7sQN_-VXY/TdMgg6Q1PcI/AAAAAAAAADU/41LoVirTAwA/s400/graph_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My maximum V02 after 8 months of training was 49.9.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;below&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;are some VO2 max results from select Elite Athletes..It's freakishly scary to compare to the chart &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;above&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607862396179766002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mQrzNoFvpsY/TdMhIzmQ2vI/AAAAAAAAADc/bHutAVl7Q60/s400/graph_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069808142932590884-574920241983634341?l=snowdaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowdaze.blogspot.com/feeds/574920241983634341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snowdaze.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-suppose-its-about-time-for-me-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069808142932590884/posts/default/574920241983634341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069808142932590884/posts/default/574920241983634341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowdaze.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-suppose-its-about-time-for-me-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>JBM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09942244627354227720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q4hhhNs4jKk/TdM8lizlFKI/AAAAAAAAADk/wC9rL_EL3B4/s72-c/logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069808142932590884.post-7848536253585809141</id><published>2010-09-28T17:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T21:47:16.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Action</title><content type='html'>My bummed toe (sounds ridiculous, but it fully put me out of commission from doing anything relevent to my training for like four weeks) is almost as good as new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest beneficiaries of my "potentially career ending injury" were the 12 year old school girls who usually occupy the Spring Action facility, but despite the numerous complaints about the un-shaven creepy man who uses foul language on a regular basis, I will be back up in the heezy next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Air awareness classes are one hour long sessions (whenever I have some funds). But it is by far the raddest part of my whole program and is a relatively inexpensive and an extremely safe alternative to train your body's equilobrioception.... if you want to prevent yourself from taking a dreaded ski-patrol escorted toboggan ride down the hill, then dont be a dummy, practice on a tramp first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syypH6rFBKA/TKKOXBBKU5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/oeEhuwXxf9Q/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 171px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522132619171091346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syypH6rFBKA/TKKOXBBKU5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/oeEhuwXxf9Q/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Look easy enough for a school girl? well, the little girls schooled me when I showed up...next time im wearing a Justin Beiber t-shirt in hopes of them welcoming me into their wolfpack.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069808142932590884-7848536253585809141?l=snowdaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowdaze.blogspot.com/feeds/7848536253585809141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snowdaze.blogspot.com/2010/09/spring-action.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069808142932590884/posts/default/7848536253585809141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069808142932590884/posts/default/7848536253585809141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowdaze.blogspot.com/2010/09/spring-action.html' title='Spring Action'/><author><name>JBM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09942244627354227720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_syypH6rFBKA/TKKOXBBKU5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/oeEhuwXxf9Q/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069808142932590884.post-6743725231509949071</id><published>2010-09-18T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T20:26:12.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A separated toe &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I actually limped around for almost 3 full days until I stubbed it on a set of stairs and put it back into place. All blood flow and circulation came back within 24 hrs&lt;/span&gt;), the concussion and a gnarly haematoma on my thigh slowed me down a lot in the last few weeks and had me gimping around like an 80 yr old man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syypH6rFBKA/TJUQDNAYr6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/NISRsrexWKU/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518334565629341602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syypH6rFBKA/TJUQDNAYr6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/NISRsrexWKU/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one of my lil' piggies went to the market ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(this was day 2... it got a bit more disgusting but ill avoid you vomming your lunch on your keyboard and not post it)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069808142932590884-6743725231509949071?l=snowdaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowdaze.blogspot.com/feeds/6743725231509949071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snowdaze.blogspot.com/2010/09/max-threshold-re-testing-had-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069808142932590884/posts/default/6743725231509949071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069808142932590884/posts/default/6743725231509949071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowdaze.blogspot.com/2010/09/max-threshold-re-testing-had-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>JBM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09942244627354227720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syypH6rFBKA/TJUQDNAYr6I/AAAAAAAAAB0/NISRsrexWKU/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069808142932590884.post-5270793560029052292</id><published>2010-08-12T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T21:49:57.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PEAK Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;May 1st, 2010;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Step 1. Hired the Peak Centre for Human Performance for an individualized sport training program, monitoring and testing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Program;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;May 1st 2010 - December 1st 2011;&lt;br /&gt;(Bi-monthly Blood/lactate threshold re-testing &amp;amp; Quarterly Vo2 max threshold re-testing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon-Thursday;&lt;br /&gt;2.5 hr sessions ( 1 hr strength/conditioning + 1 ½ hr Aerobic/Cardio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write this, I’m nearly four months into the program and to be honest the only things I don’t look forward to are, the threshold re-tests! Co-incidentally I have one coming up next week that is going to be alot of fun... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504677812481512850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syypH6rFBKA/TGSLTi_vVZI/AAAAAAAAABc/GsMPEd72CCE/s320/Picture+068.jpg" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Typically when there is no "after" photo, something went wrong...possibly even death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After strapping you in, poking you with needles and progressively increasing difficulty until you’re on the brink of spewing up muscle milk over their lab. They give you a nice stack of papers consisting of a bunch of graphs, charts and weird science jargon which one can only assume was written by Dr.Bill Nye…essentially decoding how your body performs and for how long at certain levels (zones). Re-testing is on Thursday August 19th. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While spending this extended period of time training at the Peak Centre, I see it as a tremendous opportunity for me to participate first hand and fully grasp what elite athletes need to maintain on a daily basis. I will see why athletes simply perform a lot better than you …and for a lot longer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 91px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504678927377029490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syypH6rFBKA/TGSMUcTi2XI/AAAAAAAAABk/aVRelGVYraE/s320/logo.jpg" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;The Peak Centre trains and tests 3 NHL teams, the Canadian World Junior hockey team and numerous individual players from over 4 other NHL teams. They also work with 8 Canadian National sporting programs and have trained over 30 Olympic medalists..... THEY ARE LEGIT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069808142932590884-5270793560029052292?l=snowdaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowdaze.blogspot.com/feeds/5270793560029052292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snowdaze.blogspot.com/2010/08/peak-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069808142932590884/posts/default/5270793560029052292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069808142932590884/posts/default/5270793560029052292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowdaze.blogspot.com/2010/08/peak-season.html' title='PEAK Season'/><author><name>JBM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09942244627354227720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syypH6rFBKA/TGSLTi_vVZI/AAAAAAAAABc/GsMPEd72CCE/s72-c/Picture+068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069808142932590884.post-6627896533406894988</id><published>2010-07-12T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T21:40:21.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now to the point of this whole blog site I guess... The normal thing to do every January 1st is make a "new year resolution", well, I boycotted that played out nonsense and starting a new trend, "birthday resolution"...it's still the same concept where you have a specific date as a reference point from when you started etc.....But you do it on your birthday as a gift to yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My birthday resolution this year was to allow myself more of the freedom of snowboarding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Im rekindling an old relationship (with snowboarding) that I let fizzle out because I was busy being enticed by something every little boy dreams of... something that goes real fast, makes a lot of noise, jumps real high, and impresses the girls in class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This whole thing started on May 12th, 2010. Which means throwing down double-corks in the X-games is more than a few birthday resolutions away, but everything has to start somewhere. In the mean time, I will try to maintain a positive environment to stay focused in and ultimately enhance my quality of life....all while getting stoked on snowboarding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493226727301633122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syypH6rFBKA/TDvcmqd-1GI/AAAAAAAAABM/lZDALXpbbnY/s400/14368_226328081356_504536356_4662359_4334938_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13 yrs old.Circa 1997.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069808142932590884-6627896533406894988?l=snowdaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowdaze.blogspot.com/feeds/6627896533406894988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snowdaze.blogspot.com/2010/07/birthday-resolutions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069808142932590884/posts/default/6627896533406894988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069808142932590884/posts/default/6627896533406894988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowdaze.blogspot.com/2010/07/birthday-resolutions.html' title='Birthday Resolutions'/><author><name>JBM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09942244627354227720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syypH6rFBKA/TDvcmqd-1GI/AAAAAAAAABM/lZDALXpbbnY/s72-c/14368_226328081356_504536356_4662359_4334938_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069808142932590884.post-1274133156400969157</id><published>2010-06-27T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T21:39:05.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weightless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If someone had told me when I was a kid that only 10% of people would grow up and only 5% of them would succeed at it, it would of probably had more of an appeal to me. But instead I was told the opposite, that everyone had to grow up and that everyone will essentially be doing the same thing with their lives once they hit certain ages. To me, there is nothing appealing about playing “follow the leader” and growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I won’t deny all that nonsense about growing up is still a really hard thing to do, and it definately comes with a bag of heavy burdens that sit directly on our shoulders. But let me explain to you the power of getting stoked!…have you ever tried lifting a 50 pound weight on dry land? Then tried lifting the same weight under water? Even though it’s mass never changes, there is an incredible difference in the resistance making it easy to lift. That's what happens when you get stoked, a typical heavy burden in life, becomes weightless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Between the sports psychology, social dynamics and general mental health books I’ve read over the years, there is one statement that stood out from all of the Dr. Phil mumbo jumbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Don't be &lt;em&gt;re-active&lt;/em&gt;, be &lt;em&gt;pro-active&lt;/em&gt;”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069808142932590884-1274133156400969157?l=snowdaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowdaze.blogspot.com/feeds/1274133156400969157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snowdaze.blogspot.com/2010/06/weightless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069808142932590884/posts/default/1274133156400969157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069808142932590884/posts/default/1274133156400969157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowdaze.blogspot.com/2010/06/weightless.html' title='Weightless'/><author><name>JBM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09942244627354227720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069808142932590884.post-2718186951172554836</id><published>2010-06-21T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T21:18:20.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, my name is Jason...and im an addict.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Believe it or not, growing up, all I wanted to do was golf...I was obsessed with it. Every day during the summer, my parents would drop me off at the course on their way to work, then pick me up on their way home. This went on for about five or six years...until I was introduced to a hormonal drug, called Epinephrine...aka.Adrenaline. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All of a sudden I noticed all the people I played golf with were my grandparents age, they would mysteriously disappear into the shadows of the clubhouse if the temperature went even 1 degree over 20, and the daily &lt;em&gt;Groundhog&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Day&lt;/em&gt;'esqe conversations with senior citizens even started to make me feel like I&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;was the one losing my marbles...the only explanation for my sudden mood swing with golf (no pun intended), was that I wanted more Epinephrine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"you can't get hurt playing the guitar, thats why im not a rockstar!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Jason Ellis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069808142932590884-2718186951172554836?l=snowdaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowdaze.blogspot.com/feeds/2718186951172554836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snowdaze.blogspot.com/2010/06/hi-my-name-is-jason-and-im-addict.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069808142932590884/posts/default/2718186951172554836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069808142932590884/posts/default/2718186951172554836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowdaze.blogspot.com/2010/06/hi-my-name-is-jason-and-im-addict.html' title='Hello, my name is Jason...and im an addict.'/><author><name>JBM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09942244627354227720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069808142932590884.post-215876941003061112</id><published>2010-06-17T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T19:54:59.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Search</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I spent the better part of the last fifteen years chasing dreams and accomplishing goals I had set out for myself in motocross. Most of which I managed to cross off my list in one way or another...albiet, I didn't set the world on fire and win the countless National Championships I imagined I would when I was kid bicycling around the neighbourhood with hockey cards in my spokes, but I did manage to maintain a healthy love for the sport I grew up with and was even able to make a decent living at it. So I guess at the end of the day that's all that mattered, my life revolved around dirtbikes, I didn't have to grow up and I didn't have to wear a suit to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the easiest way to metaphorically describe my transition out of motocross, is like falling out of love with a girlfriend. You can keep her around, clinging to the memories of the good times you once had and convincing yourself they aren't as distant as you want to think. Or you can move on. Search for something new to love, to learn and to teach you new things about yourself and the game of life that we all have to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im lucky in way...my roots are so deeply planted in the motocross, I always know in the back of my heart that it will always be there for a fling whenever I need it. Maybe that's why im not scared to go on "the search". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483946763012791234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syypH6rFBKA/TBrkhpiH28I/AAAAAAAAAAc/5Yad0uYpl10/s400/n504536356_1783095_9343.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;note:&lt;/strong&gt;what appears to be an errection.Clearly it was love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484495569834790194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_syypH6rFBKA/TBzXqaQ0zTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/olPFFNeaiIc/s400/n615046194_56566_5450.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Racer X Canada Family; (from L to R) Brett Dailey-General Manager, Dan O'shea -Creative Director, Danny Brault-Assistant Editor, Me -Advertising Sales/Marketing Communications, JTG -Editor/Photographer, Jolene Van Vugt-Graphic Designer, Dawn McClintock -Art Director, Allison Kennedy-Editor/Photographer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9069808142932590884-215876941003061112?l=snowdaze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://snowdaze.blogspot.com/feeds/215876941003061112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://snowdaze.blogspot.com/2010/06/search.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069808142932590884/posts/default/215876941003061112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9069808142932590884/posts/default/215876941003061112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://snowdaze.blogspot.com/2010/06/search.html' title='The Search'/><author><name>JBM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09942244627354227720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_syypH6rFBKA/TBrkhpiH28I/AAAAAAAAAAc/5Yad0uYpl10/s72-c/n504536356_1783095_9343.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
