Yesterday I turned 40 years old and thus it was the culmination of my #Roadto40 that I started exactly 5 months ago in January. In that blog post, I said that “My short-term goal is to lose 10 to 15 pounds. My long-term goal is to hit my 40th birthday in June much healthier.”
I’m happy to say that I’ve lost the weight that I wanted to and I’m eating better and exercising regularly…thanks to Craig and his team of trainers at Precision Athletics. We have less junk food in the house now, which is really good for the kids. I still need to get better with my sleeping habits; it’s admittedly a hard habit to change given that I’ve been a night owl since my high school days.
I had a lot of time to reflect this past weekend. Not just on the last 5 months, but the last decade overall. I think reflecting is a natural thing to do (especially when hitting certain milestones such as a 40th birthday) and thus I’d like to share with you what I believe are 5 of the most prominent memories of my thirties (ranging from June 2004 to June 2014).
I’ve been home from Rome for a week now and I admit that I’ve become a bit of a Rome-dropper (as opposed to a name-dropper). My Facebook page, Twitter feed, and website are covered with Rome references and for good reason: the whirlwind trip was among the most amazing and memorable experiences of my life.
Aside from “How was the Mass of Inauguration for Pope Francis?” the next most common question I’ve been asked is “How were you chosen to go?” While being careful not to say something I’m not supposed to, I can tell you this much: I was nominated by someone from Ontario whom I respect very much. He was among a group of three people who provided lists of 20 names or so. Then, an employee from the Prime Minister’s office had to whittle the list from 60 people down to 14. The final 14 were approved by the CCCB (Canadian Conference of Catholic Bishops) and the rest – as they say – is history.
Running on what I like to call “papal adrenaline” I got a massive two hours of sleep on Tuesday night before waking up to watch the Canucks game online at 3am Rome time. The two hours brought my total hours of sleep over three nights in Rome to a whopping total of six hours. A combo of things led to my lack of sleep namely the desire not to waste any of my trip sleeping, adjusting to the time change, the Canucks playing two out of the three nights, writing these blogs, and knowing I could sleep on the long flight home.
I went up for breakfast at 6:30am as usual and ate the same delicious food for the third straight day: bacon, eggs, salami, ham, prosciutto, bread, and yogurt. After breakfast I ran up to get my bags, said goodbye to the most beautiful hotel room I had ever stayed in, and took my spot on the bus to make our way to the airport. This final ride in Rome was the first time that we did NOT travel in a police-led motorcade but it was a relatively quick ride nonetheless.
I only got one hour of sleep heading into the day as I was very excited to attend the Mass of Inauguration for Pope Francis; after all that was the whole purpose of this extraordinary trip. We had breakfast once again in our rooftop restaurant and were very encouraged by sun shining gloriously. Much of our table discussion was centered on whether or not to bring a jacket and/or umbrella
We met at 8am in hotel lobby and took a group picture with the entire delegation. It was quite an honour to be in the same picture as the Governor General and his wife, Members of Parliament, a Senator (government official not hockey player), and more. What made it even more special was the fact they used my camera as the official photographer had already left for St. Peter’s Square.