What do I know

This recovery novel has had some interesting chapters complete with highs and lows on each and every page.  As I read over my thoughts from previous posts, I realize that I've tried very hard to share what I'm learning from this experience.  The truth is, "It takes 15 years to know that you don't know anything at all."  I sincerely hope there are exceptions to that theory, as I don't have 15 years in me to figure out how to win races, or get healthy for that matter.  But I respect the quote.  In fact, the unknown itself is quite powerful.  I had a dream a couple nights ago that I was in the start gate of my first race back.  I was the last racer in the start, ready to go.  There was a delay before my start and it seemed to grow darker and darker until I could barely see the fourth and fifth gates.  In my mind, I stayed committed.  However, I knew I wouldn't get to compete.  Of course I woke up and did what anyone would've done...  I thought, "What does that meeeeeeean?"  Maybe the darkness signified prematurity and I'm clearly not ready to race.  Fair enough.  Maybe the darkness was a sign that there's still a long road ahead of me until the 'scenery' really clears up.  I can handle that.  Maybe the darkness simply meant that I shouldn't ski in the middle of the night.  Whatever it is, I know now that I don't know anything at all.  

And just to prove that...  There's another quote: "So you think, you attract."  Really?  Tell me then, why do I continue to cross paths with incredible people with big hearts and wonderful minds when I'm tired, grumpy and sore?  Do I think about the help I need, et voilà, help arrives?  Well hey, at seven months post-op, I may have made a breakthrough.

July 1st marked seven months since my major knee surgery.  It was also Canada's 143rd birthday.  I celebrated with my native land and three other teammates in Ottawa, Ontario.  Jan Hudec, Karolina Wisniewska, Julien Cousineau and I spent the day with President's Choice eating hamburgers at their Canada Day barbecue.  We also invited the Queen of England but we couldn't get her to the front of our autograph line so she took off.  And that was a joke.  The four of us had a great time meeting people from all over the world with one thing in common, a love for this incredible country.  From top to bottom, a few pictures from the archives: Le Massif, Quebec (courtesy of Shona Rubens); Red Bay, Ontario; Lake Louise, Alberta; Cyprus Lake, Ontario.