#HappilyEvanAfter

When you grow up thinking your older cousin is your sister, all of a sudden, her wedding day becomes important to you too.

Once upon a time, when Megan and I were little girls jumping bales, hiking the valley, feeding calves, painting our (and Uncle Gerald’s) nails, playing Cheat, or choreographing our own dances, we made a deal. When we were old enough and were to be married, we would be there for each other as a bridesmaid. I distinctly remember being dressed up in a combination of old dance costumes and play clothes having this conversation in the toy room at my house. We used to joke about which Backstreet Boy we would marry, or if he would be from N’Sync, but the real question was, Nick or Aaron Carter? It wasn’t until my phone rang last September, that I started to recall the nostalgia of these memories.

I was at home when my phone lit up and I took the call from Megan. She had just said Yes! and was freshly engaged to Evan, her now, fiancé! Listening to her tell me this over the phone, I could feel my face start to hurt from smiling so much. I have never heard her sound so happy, and I’ll never know this, but I think she might have been on the verge of crying happy tears as I was talking to her. Considering I had just visited with her a week earlier and we had talked about our next phases of life, it almost seemed ironic she was calling to tell me this! When I said goodbye, so she could call the rest of the family, my heart felt full. I must have sat there smiling for a long time, because my Mom eventually walked by and asked, what I was grinning about.

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After hearing Megan sound this happy, I started thinking about the other times I heard her like that. Whether it was a successful water balloon fights, slip and slides, tobogganing off the creek banks, using the Gameboy on the drive into town, swims at Lovering Lake, putting in curlers in our hair at recitals, or peddle boating out to Two-Tree Point, I was suddenly flooded with endless memories we spent together. Once I started to settle back into reality, I realized how lucky I am to have seen and shared these, and many other moments with her. Now that we are both ladies, rather than little girls, I am also realizing Megan’s most recent happy moments are now shared with Evan. As I reflected on this, I thought I might feel a bit jealous, or perhaps a sense of replacement. The reality is, I felt neither. Instead I felt grateful.

Evan and Megan have been together for almost ten years. Within those ten years is where Megan and I began developing into our own adult selves. When we went to different cities for University, and eventually different cities again for our careers; we kept in touch, but were no longer dancing through everyday parts of each others life. Instead, Evan was there and able to give her that everyday love I always wanted her to continue having. During Megan and I’s time in different cities, I came to understand that Evan was the guy to make her laugh, bring her soup when she was sick, pick her up from the airport, and became a person who loves her as much I do. The best part is Evan became the guy I’ve watched Megan fall in love with. When I heard Megan and Evan were engaged, I felt my own sense of joy knowing they were about to take on the world, in love, and together.

As an athlete there are not a lot of fancy things I can currently afford to give as presents, however, I can try to explain how good it feels to know that my older sister has found her person. I know Megan and I will always be close, but the gratitude I feel knowing Evan gets to cherish the Megan I was privileged to grow up with is better than a good present. My biggest wish for Megan has always been that she finds someone who loves her as much as I do, and I’m glad she found it. For me I had an older sister to tell me what (not) to wear and inform me of the latest and cool trends. How to Krimp my hair, make a pair of ski pants look good, rock our gifted matching track suits, and the magic of coffee. I think it’s fair to say we helped shape one another as we prepared to make our mark in the world. Growing up side by side with Megan, I have seen and know how much love (and fire) Megan has towards life and those around her.

To Evan:

First, thank-you for thriving in her fire to see the love that is underneath it. For your sake, here are a few things I have learned: in an argument, she is right. Her only true competitor is Grandma Taylor. And if she really needs those shoes, the answer is, and always will be yes. But despite an attempt to prove her wrong (trust me, you won’t) Megan is beautiful, kind, caring, and the best older sister I could have asked for. Never undermine her stubbornness, and know it fuels her drive to support her family, and the one’s she loves. I’m sure you already know all of this, but in case you had any doubts, I still stand by the above statements.

Second, I know this wedding is important to you, but know it is important to me too, because even though I’m not an official sister, I feel like I am passing on the torch to you to be the one to love and take care of Megan in the everyday setting. Plus, once this is official, I think this means I get to add another brother to the family. Congratulations, and welcome to the family!

Finally, and most importantly Evan, thank-you for being the guy to sweep Megan off her feet, and bring her this much happiness. I am truly grateful for all that you do for her! Please know, I will always have a big spot for Megan in my heart, but now that you two are official, know that you have a big spot in my heart too. I can hardly believe the amazing things Megan Taylor has accomplished, but I am even more excited to see the amazing things Megan Peterson is going to do!

So to both, Megan and Evan, Congratulations!

I wish you both a lifetime of happiness!

I love you!

I can’t wait for the amazing future before you!

And I’m wishing you both #HappilyEvanAfter on your big day!

XOXO

 

Much love,

Adrea

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Throwback to Central Butte High School Graduation

International Summer Tour 2017: Ontario, Canada!

International Summer Tour 2017

Next Stop: Home Part #1 (Canada)

Destination: Find Darah and Dave

Good afternoon readers, I hope you are enjoying a fall afternoon as relaxing as an athlete in the off-season.

The next stop on the International Summer Tour flew me over the Atlantic and back to my home country, Canada! After a day and half (give or take) of travel, I finally landed on Canadian soil! The saying, “There’s no place like home” is 100% true. The first taste of being home was landing in Toronto, Ontario seeing Canadian currency, staff speaking English, and nearly everyone on their phones with a Tim’s coffee cup in hand. As much as I had hoped to enjoy the moment of being home, I was more focused on arriving at my final stop for the day, because nothing was more important than getting there. Why? you might ask, because I was about to spend three and a half days with my best friend Darah, and her fiancé Dave in either Barrie, Collingwood, or Wasaga Beach. I have never travelled Ontario and these three places seemed interchangeable to me. When I landed I knew I had to get to Barrie and was being picked up by Darah. Anything beyond that did not matter, because we would finally be reunited! I could barely contain my excitement because after five years of living provinces apart we were finally about to spend more than a few hours in passing through to catch up.

The problem is, this was the first time I was about to experience Toronto beyond the Pearson airport. The three cities were all just names on a map and I was about to navigate them all without any preparation. The extra hitch that gave me a sick feeling to my stomach was reading a text from Darah when I got off the plane, I just got in a car accident. Immediately my reaction was Oh my God, I hope she’s okay! But she sent me a text so she can’t be too bad! What happened! What’s the fastest way I can get to her!? Chill out. Breathe. From then on, my  focus was be calm, rushing won’t help, get to Barrie, and from Barrie figure it out. Keep breathing. Once I navigated the Pearson terminals and found my way out on the UP Train I received new information, the accident was a fender bender where one-year-old-Wilson Ford had his back end smashed in pretty good. Darah was okay, and she was still coming to get me! Phew! Crisis averted.

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Toronto, Canada

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Union Station, Toronto

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CN Tower, Toronto

Once the relief of the accident had sunk in, I will admit I felt pretty cool taking the UP train through Toronto. So this is Big-City life? I found myself pretending I was from the area, and what wondering what my life might have been like growing up in a Big City. Once I arrived at the Union Station I managed to board the correct GoTrain to Barrie and realized how much time the public spends commuting in transit. Everyone seemed to know they were going without even lifting an eye from their screen. Even on the train, there was no talking, just dead focus on the screens ahead- I opted for a nap because I still didn’t know what day or time it really was. When I reached the end of the line I also didn’t know which stop I was supposed to get off at once I arrived in Barrie. I was lucky the Travel Gods were in a good mood because by default I got off at the last stop (or the end of the line) and it was the one Darah was waiting at. I felt like a child receiving a puppy for Christmas, I was giddy to finally see my best friend!

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Darah and Adrea

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Adrea and Dave

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Between sorting out how to move forward with the accident, learning how life was as soon-to be Optometrists, beach days, ice cream dates (Thanks Paul!!), jogs along the water, wedding planning, and endless other ventures, I am so proud of the life Darah and Dave have built for themselves. In high school Darah told me she was going to be an optometrist and now she is doing exactly what she set out to do. I felt so happy to catch a glimpse at the life they have built for themselves! In lieu of wedding plans one of the best conclusions I came to was seeing first hand (in their natural habitat of Ontario) that the Darah & Dave combo is real, genuine, and full of so much love. I couldn’t wish for a better guy to sweep my bestie off her feet and I can’t wait to say the Kwolek’s are my best friends and know it includes both of them. July 2018, don’t worry I’ve saved the date!

I’d love to share all the awesome things I did while I visited, but the most important part of my visit was appreciating the idea of coming home. Yes, I was in my home country, and they had a new condo which was Darah and Dave’s home, but the moment I first felt truly at home was when I hugged Darah at the train station and knew she was okay. The second time was when Dave returned from work and I could give him a big hug too. It happened to be the three of us were in their house, but what made it a home was having us together. Darah has put this idea to much more beautiful words than I can, but the quote, “Home becomes a person instead of a place” was truly encompassed throughout my visit. The warmth, love, and genuine happiness I felt visiting their home, made any and all of the travel hiccups or getting caught biking in a torrential downpour worth it.

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For future reference for either myself or you the readers, I also learned to differentiate Wasaga, Barrie, and Collingwood. I learned Barrie is the town at the end of the train station. Collingwood is a touristy Harbour town, with some amazing, cozy coffee shops. Finally, Wasaga Beach is a laid back beach town (with occasional school-kid parties) along Lake Huron with beautiful sand, water, and sunsets. When I have more time there are a ton of trails in Collingwood that I can’t wait to go explore, both by bike and running! Don’t worry Dave and Darah, you’ve set the bait! I will back soon!

 

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Darah – Collingwood 2017

With my heart warm and my toes dipped in freshwater lakes again, it is time to carry on the nostalgia of home. Stay tuned for the ultimate homecoming, Destination: YQR.

Much love,

Adrea

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Travel Reading – Borrowing Darah’s Book

#AdreaMade

International Summer Tour 2017

International Summer Tour 2017

Wrapping up the Europe tour in Leuven, Belgium!

My outdoor season and Europe trip both reach their end at the same time. Although I felt fit and wanted to continue racing, I knew I have been pushing my body a lot over the past few months and it was time for some rest and recovery. Not to mention, I haven’t been home since Christmas and am more than ready to see my family and friends.

With a long flight ahead of me, I knew I was about to have time to reflect on my second year as a middle distance athlete and be mindful of how the year went. This would be tricky because I felt like I had a lot of success, even though I didn’t meet most of my “Paper” goals I set out for myself this year. Leading into this year my Paper Goals were:

(1) Continue to train smart and healthy

(2) Represent Canada at the Jeux de Francophone Games

(3) Run standard, 2:01.65

(4) Make the Senior Canadian Nationals Women’s 800m Final

I will admit these were ambitious goals, but although lofty, they were within reason. For goal one, other than an early-season ankle roll, I managed to successfully train as I viewed smart and healthy. Unfortunately, going through the rest of these goals requires admitting I struggled with reaching the goals, and was unable to check off any more of them this year.

Number two goal analysis: I met the standards and the other criteria which made me believe I could be at the Francophone Games. As it ended up, so did a handful of other girls; however, they met the standard with a faster time than I did, and have rightfully proved to be better contestants. I whole-heartedly agree their selection is accurate over mine, and am truly happy to see their success at the Games this year. Although, a small part within me hurt and felt like I had let myself down by failing to reach this goal, I felt rejection in its fullest. As I reflect, by not making this team, I was able to pursue a full three week circuit in Europe and ended up gaining valuable lessons, experience, and two Personal Best’s. So goal #2 is two-fold. No I did not make the team I had planned on, but I still was able to gain a valuable set of international experience, raced PB fast, and learned how to move forward after rejection.

Number three goal analysis: Run fast. Gain financial security. Make it easy. These were the objectives and hopes feeding this goal. In contrast to the previous year, yes I did run significantly (and consistently) faster, but again, not as fast as I had set out. As much as gaining some financial security would have helped for the upcoming year, I now have a fire within, with something to prove, and a desire to run what I know I am capable of. Looking back, I managed to run a PB in every indoor and every outdoor event I ran over the year, therefore, I think it would be untrue to suggest I was not successful in improving my times.

Number four goal analysis. Make the national final. The trend continues, The final is comprised of top eight, and as it so happened, I ranked ninth out of the semi-finals. I missed this goal by one ranking, and less than one second. Bittersweet? Undoubtedly. The experience and opportunity to run tactfully in the most unpredictable and competitive Canadian race is invaluable to me. On the plus side I had an extra day to recover and prepare for Europe travel because the jet lag inevitably took its toll on me. One more stress-free day is probably a good thing before leading into international travels, plus it meant I was able to enjoy the rest of the races that weekend without worrying about my own race plans.

To wrap up the analysis of my “paper goals” in black and white, I can only say I managed to nail one of four. I do take ownership of this and realize it is now up to this year close a bigger gap in my up taking of future goals. Coming out of this season, I do feel very accomplished because I truly believe I gained more than I lost, both on and off the track. I have no idea what the future holds for me, but I do know I am excited to take some time off, and come back with a fierceness fully blazing. Even more, I am excited for my group Vic City Elite to emerge as a truly official training group, and the marks we will be able to leave together!

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Before I close the book on my review of the season, I think it is important to share some of the tourist moments I was able to experience during my time in Belgium!

Most of the highlights of this trip were spent in Leuven with fellow teammates. From forming a bicycle gang heading down to the track (or downtown), to cribbage games, to an inflatable pool for ice tubs, it was a true adventure! I feel obligated to share my one false stereotype about Belgium. The stereotype I had for Belgium, was their fame to Belgian chocolates and waffles. There was one morning (that was not correlated to any race days) I was invited to go for waffles. With the repeated hype I had heard on “Belgian Waffles” I was ready for an unforgettable monumental taste bud experience.

My mind was picturing golden, thick, fluffy waffles to come fresh off of a cast-iron grill, and be smothered in heaps of fresh, and assorted berries. Instead, I showed up to a corner, food vendor shack, had someone else order to share with, and then waited for the magic. Much to my surprise (and partial horror) there was no cast-iron, nor fresh fruit. Instead I learned it was deep-fried dough coated in cinnamon and sugar, with the classic European option to add a Nutella option. To go even more over the top, there was an option for waffles with gelato in them. When I looked down at my torn in half slice of waffle, I watched the steam rise while my heart sank. This doughnut looking waffle was by no means what I was expecting. Tasty? For a mini-doughnut from the local Fair level, yes, it was tasty. Did I think it was worth the Belgium hype? In my opinion, I am happy to say I tried it, but no, it did not meet the hype.

Why am I telling you this? As athletes we have the opportunity to travel and experience many different cultures and menus, however, a lot of the time we are unable to enjoy the food varieties due to our body’s needs for nutrient dense foods. In addition, it is usually not best to try new and foreign foods before a race or important training sessions, because there is no guarantee that your taste buds and digestive system will agree that this new food is “good.” To any athlete in Belgium that has a strict diet (or self-control for that matter), know that you are not missing out with the waffles! Instead, I recommend going to the farmers market and getting your hands on some fresh fruit and veggies. If you really have the chance, go for the raspberries in July. I have never tasted berries so sweet and fresh as I did in the Leuven Farmers Market!

One of the final highlights of Leuven was running into all the fellow middle-distance athletes that were also there. Typically as athletes we only see each other on race day or at the track for race prep. It was a nice change to run into the same people at the grocery store and share a laugh in every day life off without the intensity. Whether it was fellow Canadian athletes coming down to race prep for their IAAF  Worlds meet in London, or next door neighbours from New Zealand, it was great to be able to meet fellow athletes outside of the stress and focus of the typical race days. It’s always nice to share a dinner or host friends over, even if it means turning the beds into coaches to eat dinner off the desk as a table. What can I say? We had good food, and even better company to share it with. By repeatedly having good food and company, in my opinion it is safe to say Leuven met the European charm one would hope for.

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Bicycling downtown Leuven

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Race Prep at the Round Track in Leuven

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“Core-O’-Clock”

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Finishing a Race Prep

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Some American Friends

Needless to say it was an amazing Europe circuit, and I am grateful I had the opportunity to gain the experiences I have mentioned, and the numerous lessons I am still internalizing. Although it is always sad to leave a beautiful, and foreign place, The Wizard of Oz character Dorothy is still right because, “There’s no place like home.” My next stop of the International Summer Tour – 2017, leads me back to Canada, to my first home, with my best friend, Darah!

Stay tuned, because there is never a dull moment when we’re together!

Much love,

Adrea