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There are a lot of reasons why someone would choose to run a half marathon (13.1 miles, 21.1 kilometres, or 69,225 feet). Some want to take their running fitness to a new level. Some do it in preparation for a full marathon. Others are looking for space to spend time alone. For me, I signed up because I needed a reason to take a break from my overwhelming work schedule ... and participate in a once in a lifetime experience. Little did I know, the last six months would ultimately change my life ... FOREVER!

As we embark on another (Canadian) Thanksgiving, it's hard not to look back and reflect on the last 365 days ... a year filled with successes, disappointments, uncertainty, and new connections, resulting in the greatest education I could have ever experienced!

Losing someone to cancer is (sadly) common. Until a few months ago, I was in complete denial of cancer's impact on my own life and the lives of many of the people around me. Considering 43 people hear the words, "You have cancer.", every day in Alberta, and 1 in 2 people in their lifetime receive a positive diagnosis, it was time to face the facts. It wasn't until I met Delores DeSousa ("Lori"), who lost her battle with this terrible disease, that I came to terms with what cancer truly means to me.

From its humble beginnings, thousands of years ago, the marriage of rice and fresh seafood has evolved beyond a means of preserving fish for a quick, Japanese snack. For many of us born and raised in the Western Hemisphere, our exposure to sushi is limited to a short list of sliced raw seafood (sashimi), handcrafted rice topped with fresh fish (nigiri), rice rolls (maki and uramaki), and hand rolls (temaki), each with the expected soy sauce, wasabi and pickled ginger on the side. Much like our dependence on the Heinz Ketchup bottle when we order up a serving of fresh cut french fries, we have also become reliant on a side dish of soy sauce (and accompaniments) with our sushi. At a recent visit to Goro + Gun, for Chef Tomo Matsuna's "Omakaze Sushi Experience", the select group of "foodies" in the room were truly enlightened as each participant was introduced to the true artistry of sushi ... one that didn't need the support of any sauce or side dish!

Every day we make thousands of decisions that ultimately change the course of our lives. Wake up when the alarm clock goes off or do we hit the "snooze" button? Blue shirt and black pants or pink wrap dress? Answer the phone or let it go to voicemail? Order the greasy fries or the healthy salad? Smile back when a cute guy at the coffee shop smiles at you or look away? Take the regular way home or try a shortcut? Say what's on your mind or stay silent. Accept an invitation to go out or stay home?

For most people, memories from early childhood are difficult to recall. You may remember images from old photo albums, or even moments from a birthday party or holiday gathering, but most times the details fade away over time. I honestly don't remember much before getting into sports in junior high, but the story of the Phoenix, the majestic "bird of the sun", has stayed with me since a Greek mythology project in grade school (yup ... incredibly "nerdy").

MONEY. We spend our whole lives wanting it, figuring out how to get it, working hard to earn it, thoughtlessly spending it, wondering where it went, stressing out about not having enough of it, and worrying about not saving it for the future. Considering how important money is to living a happy life, it’s unfortunate that most Canadians carry some form of debt, primarily because they don’t know enough about their finances.

Admittedly, I may be the only person in Calgary, born before cell phones, VCRs and Hotmail, who STILL believes in Santa Claus (although I hope that's not the case)! I am fully aware the short, round, jolly old man with the full white beard, who wears a bright red suit adorned with white fur and generously delivers gifts to children on Christmas Eve, isn't actually a real person. His story is borne from legend ... an extraordinary myth.

Being the youngest of four girls, spending most of my childhood as the only one living at home, I journaled. I wasn't necessarily good at it ... but it helped me get through some pretty rough times when I was a kid. Fast forward thirty years and here I am ... journaling (on this website) to make sense of an unthinkable situation (in hopes that it will help others from facing the same result).

Before I moved back to Calgary I had never bought food from a kitchen that "moved". It wasn't until I came across "The Great Food Truck Race" (on the Food Network) that I even became aware they existed. I assumed they were only really in the US, but was pleasantly surprised when I was introduced to our food truck community at a YYCFoodTrucks event in the East Village last year. That's where I met Rick and Vicky Stitt from Sticky Ricky's ... and fell in love with their fresh, made-to-order Cajun food!