A Day in Ottawa

I've been in Ottawa since Thursday, but today was the first (and only) day that I had time to explore. I started the day with a run on the Rideau Canal. Apparently, it's Winterlude festival this week-end, so the canal was packed with skaters. In fact, I spent most of the run wishing I was on ice skates. Then I saw an awesome sleigh and spent the rest of my run wishing someone was pushing me across the ice. Although running the canal is loads pf fun, there are a few small facts they fail to tell the tourisits. Apparently some of the trails don't get cleared and are used for skiing and snowshoeing. It is NOT a good idea to try to run on these trails. At one point, I was trying to run up a hill and realized I wasn't actually moving (think Looney Tunes with legs moving furiously while the rest of you stays perfectly still).

After getting back to the hotel I went on a monster mission to find some new clothes. I'm starting a new job next week and need some new clothes to help mask my nervousness and give the appearence of incredible professionalism. I'm not a big fan of shopping, but managed to leave the mall with a new black suit and my very first pair of witch shoes (high heels with a ridiculously pointy toe). So far, the shoes are working out as expected. I managed to wear them for a full 2 minutes before shooting pains started working their way up my leg. I'm approaching the shoes like the marathon training, I just need to take my time working up to a full 8 hour day. By 2010, I'm sure I'll have them mastered. Unfortunately, the two minutes wasn't quite long enough to test the theory that heels make your butt look perkier. Frankly, I'm more interested in finding some piece of clothing that just reduces the overall size of my rear end.

Tomorrow I catch the early morning flight to Vancouver and then have a quick transfer onto the Air North to Whitehorse. With a little over 12 hours to go, I can confidently say that both me and my luggage will make it home safely! I'm sure this confidence will dwindle as flight time approaches, by the time I'm in the airport my overwhelming hate of flying will return.

Sierra posted this on Feb 17, 2007 from the outside | | permanent link