I just returned to my home in Phoenix, AZ from what I have to call the greatest trip I have taken in my life thus far…
Thankfully, I’m getting the “writing bug” again and feel I can start writing about some very interesting things
This is the first post of a few in this series on Whistler, as I spent over a month there and learned lessons that I am still reflecting upon and coming to a point where I can confidently share brief summaries of those lessons with others.
I’ll start from the beginning and share my journey in story format as I go along…What a journey it was indeed!
Before I left on Feb. 22nd, I was in a tough spot in my mind and with my emotions. I had so many things swirling in my mind such as “What do I want to do?”, “Who am I?”, “Where do I want to go?”…Just a few of Life’s Questions among many more during that time.
My good friends Mike Dillard and Craig Allen of Magnetic Sponsoring and www.BetterNetworker.com had invited me to go on a snowboard trip with them up to Whistler, which has been a major dream of mine for the past 8 years.
I’m a very spontaneous person by nature, so when an opportunity of this magnitude was presented to me I immediately jumped on it and then proceeded to do everything in my power to make it my reality!
I didn’t have a Passport yet…So I got one! I didn’t have a clue on which airlines flew there and how…So I figured it out! I didn’t know whether I was staying for a week or the whole month…So I just booked a one-way flight! I stayed up for over 48 hours prior to my departure just so I wouldn’t forget anything. I did end up forgetting something-my set of Eben Pagan’s Altitude DVD’s-but it wasn’t “trip-threatening”…Sorry Eben
Some VIP things I learned from my trip there was to remember to eat, sleep, and drink some water while traveling! Also, depending on where you are going, dress for the local weather there… I totally spaced all of those things and finally arrived in the Whistler Village hungry, thirsty, tired, and very cold in my Arizona attire. Lessons learned!
After growing up in Colorado and snowboarding for many years, it’s weird living in Arizona and my body still hasn’t gotten used to it. As soon as I stepped off the bus into the Whistler Village, despite being totall wiped from traveling, I felt an overwhelming sense of joy, gratitude, and sheer excitement at being in a place I have dreamed of for so long!
I didn’t care that I was hungry, or tired…I was cold at first, but then I got a sudden burst of warmth (maybe my neurochemicals?) and I just felt comfortable. I felt like I was home.
I was nearly hyperventilating as Craig and I walked through the Village lugging around my ridiculously heavy and awkward snowboard bag…Maybe it was because the bag was heavy, but I really think it was “Giddiness”…Yes, I get Giddy…
I didn’t even know what was going on around me at the time…The snowflakes were as big as my hand, it was a little windy, and there were a combination of sights, sounds, and feelings my brain has never processed before. People in bright colored ski equipment, bars hopping full of people being loud and full of laughter. The nightclubs were making the ground of the Village vibrate beneath my feet and I couldn’t feel my face…Talk about information processing overload! I’ve experienced all of those things separately, but all at once in the same vicinity was definitely new for me!
Craig and I finally made it through what’s called the Village Stroll (which should be Trek instead of Stroll) to the main bus stop to head towards our final destination of the evening which was our condo. Boy did I get some funny looks! Jeans, light t-shirt, Freerunning shoes (crazy colors), and a sweatshirt with no hood and spiked hair which was a total mess by that time. I simply smiled in amusement at my amusing of others
Finally, we made it to our stop, lugged my luggage down the hill to the condo, then up the stairs to what was almost my final resting place of the couch by then. As I was slowly fading into the cushions of the couch nearest the fireplace, Craig (being the Super Dude that he is) made me a big bowl of local Organic Louisiana Chipotle Corn Chowder and forced me to drink a few glasses of water to rehydrate. That soup was sooooo good!
After grabbing one of the many rooms available, I just dropped my stuff and collapsed on the bed with the light still on. Seeing the snow outside, feeling the warmth of the fire and hearing it crackle and pop, smelling fresh greens and soup from cooking that night, and hearing the voices and laughter of some of the coolest friends in my reality made a nice journey to my slumber that evening. All that was left was to relax, recover, and dream all night long of how amazing the coming days in beautiful Whistler BC Canada were going to be, and how each day would change my life in profound ways…
More to come…Soon