HOST & EMCEE
Life has become exponentially busier.
Our house is for sale, meaning I’ve had to give up my messy habits cold turkey as my basement suite must remain spotless for showings. And assignments, homework, tests and school in general are taking up a lot of my time.
That being said, I’ve still had time to cover my hockey games, and I am enjoying the experience.
I’ve been writing game recaps for the Surrey Eagles for just over a month now: I’ve not only learned how to write hockey, but I’ve also learned the sport.
I am no expert, but have come quite far since my first article (which was promptly re-written with the help of a real sportswriter who took out all of my metaphors involving the word “soar”). I know the players’ names, team stats and some hockey lingo.
Brimming with over-confidence, I recently took the Vancity Sports Blog editor up on his offer to cover some Canucks games.
Apparently the NHL is quite different from the BCHL, a fact that I was ignorant of when I jumped on the opportunity. I am slowly realizing that if you keep telling people you can speak Portugese, they will keep extending to you Portugese-speaking opportunities. It’s a good thing almost anyone can learn almost anything if the desire is there.
Speaking of desire, I tried hot yoga for the first time this weekend, something I have always wanted to do.
It was tortuous: A 90-minute workout session in what felt like a 40 degree sauna, with only three water breaks and a 60-year-old instructor who’s sweat dripped on me. Ew.
I felt great afterwards, as did my two friends. But today, I am very, very sore, and very, very thirsty.
On my 10 year list, I stated that I wanted to try the 30-day challenge: Hot yoga every day for a month. That will not be happening any time soon.