It has been a crazy few weeks here in Canada. My Canada teammates have been seriously awesome and they are killing it down in the NWSL. Meanwhile, the high schoolers, college kids and myself, the “grand Old Dame (GOLD), have been busy training up in Vancouver.
We flew directly from Holland, where we won 2-1, back to Vancouver for a two week training camp. It was tough going, but also amazing. What a great way to stay fit, get fitter, become connected and train at the highest level.
I am a couple of years older than most of the girls in camp, which may be a slight exaggeration. Perhaps decades, rather than years, but we all had an interesting experience. My fellow athletes are talented and amazing young, and I thank them for accepting the elderly person in their midst. They have done their best to ignore me, while for my part, I have done my best to learn the new vernacular and keep up with their latest dance moves.
I regret though, that I have yet to be invited to take part in their selfies and homemade dance videos, but I am confident that in this upcoming camp I shall be well-prepared and ready for a breakthrough. My fingers are crossed.
After this most recent camp, we have all headed home for a few weeks of training in our local environments. My “home” has moved a couple of times during our break. I have spent time in Vancouver, Montreal and Saskatchewan, so I have enjoyed rather diverse training opportunities.
At present, I am in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan for the Soccer Canada Annual Meeting. And, I learned an important lesson today about this Province. It is important to keep your head up at all times to look where you are going. Unfortunately, when I am running, I usually look down, watching for uneven ground or obstacles. This precaution is not possible here. You have to look up or you will literally swallow more tiny, bug, “thingies” than you can possibly imagine. I ran through swarms of these bugs. I had them in my mouth, nostrils, eyes and hair and, as I discovered once back in my room with a mirror, I had them smashed all over my sweaty face. I don’t know what these awful things are, but they sure taught me to a) be agile and leave the path when needed; and b) to seek windier areas to run in.