Let me start back at the beginning or at least as far back as I feel I need to go to give a foundation for this blog. I was always terrible at sports, in fact my mother used to write notes for me to get out of phys ed classes in grade school. I tried soccer and hockey but quickly grew to dislike team sports, schedules and disparaging looks from teammates as I produced one lack luster performance after another. Ok so maybe team sports weren't my thing. I ran cross country through the last 3 years of grade school. I nearly fainted on a number of occasions due to a congenital heart murmur (which in later years has shown no trace I'm guessing due to my many years of sports??). I also tried my hand at swimming and participated in lessons until I was 13 when I reached the level before my bronze cross (needed for life-guarding). I was too young and never returned for it. In grade 6 I was on our school's swim team and actually did some racing but the following year I changed to a school without a swim program. This was the year I found my true athletic match, skateboarding. I had been in awe of the sport since I was about 8 but after many arguments with my parents it was always the same, it's too dangerous. I eventually made a skateboard that year out of plywood and wooden wheels made using a hole-saw for cutting out doorknob holes. It was pathetic. After 2 weeks of attempting to push this giant paperweight up and down the street my parents felt sorry for me, gave in, and bought my first board. It was love at first push and this is where my athletic story really begins.
|Performing at Markham Fair 2007|
|Blunt to Fakie at the Hoedown.|