Chris took me up to Whistler for some relaxation. We certainly aren't young anymore. We drove up Monday morning. Hung out in the afternoon by walking around the village and sitting outside a Starbucks patio. We watched the Canucks game at a bar surrounded by a bunch of loud, drunk locals that were probably half our age. We were in our separate queen size beds by 9:30. Could we BE any more old.
For the last couple of months, I have cherished the experiences and time spent with loved ones more and more. Going through the chemo schedule I had wasn't exactly conducive to going out and experiencing a ton of things. I don't think I have that kind of personality or huztpah in me anyways. You won't be seeing any pics of me bungy jumping or running a marathon or sky diving. Not my cup of tea. But I do believe in experiencing new things. I am finally going to learn how to swim this summer in a swim class for adults.
Today, Chris brought me to a Scandinavian spa up at Whistler. Another new experience. You start off in a steam bath that was so hot, I was drenched in my own sweat in about 2 minutes. You stay in there or 15 minutes and then go jump in a freezing cold outdoor pool. The heat is supposed to release your toxins and then the cold water closes your pores. It's supposed to be good for the immune system. After that, you spend some time in a solarium and then repeat the cycle using a hot tub and then sauna. Anyone reading this, please don't tell my mom or she will have Chris shot. Getting away from the city was nice, and Whistler is always such a beautiful place. When I used to ski, I would always admire the Japanese people that I met up on the mountain. Their take on life is unique. They work hard and then they play hard. I remember meeting people that would work for 6-8 months of the year, 7 days a week. Then they would take the next 4-6 months and spend it skiing in Whistler. Now that's living. Work hard, play hard. How's that for balance?
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