Thursday, April 28, 2011

Between Two Seasons


The Two Sports Actually Go Together Well

It's springtime in Toronto, which means our long, dreary winter is becoming a distant memory.  The dirty piles of snow have melted and little green plants are sprouting up in my garden (whether they're actual plants or weeds really doesn't matter to me).  The days are getting warmer, as well as longer.  No longer can I hide beneath various layers of dark clothing, thus my fitness regime continues with a greater intensity, with the vista of wearing shorts and form fitting T shirts on the horizon.

It also means that it's playoff time for both the NHL and Hockey Toronto Rec League (not that I'm equating the two).  My Leafs didn't make the playoffs for the NHL (really not much of a surprise) and my Co-Ed rec team entered into the playoffs firmly entrenched in 6th place (out of 9 teams, which was also really not much of a surprise).  Tonight we have a playoff game and today the golf range opened up at Donalda (a golf club where our family has a membership).

..... fast forward 2 weeks - Ok I never finished the above entry, but I am now ....

Well hockey playoffs for me were over in one evening, whereas the NHL is just finishing up the quarter finals.  As far as my rec hockey team went, we made it to the finals, but lost 2 - 1 in a well played game.  Our team went further then I thought we would and we went out for pizza and beer (which is what we do after every game - which is what rec hockey is really all about).  I enjoy watch the NHL playoff hockey, since there are far less fights when the games are important.  It's also enjoyable to watch games, where you really couldn't care less as to who wins or loses.  I have a slight affinity for the Vancouver Canucks, only for the reason that they're the last Canadian team still standing.

In less then a week I'll be starting summer hockey, but my real interest right now is turning towards golf.  This past winter John and I spent four days a week hitting off mats indoors whilst receiving various tips on our swings (I received a lot more tips than John).  This has really paid off, in that my game looks like it wont be a total disaster this season.  So far I've only been out to the driving range, but I'm hitting the ball well at least 50% of the time - which is quite the improvement to my approximate 2% of the time last year.

It'll be an interesting summer.  Golf, Hockey, Running a 5K and I'm seriously thinking about competing in a Triathlon. 

Life is good.  Keep your fingers crossed that my knees hold up.


Thursday, April 7, 2011

Getting Naked


Recently I've been spending a great deal of time at the gym.  This new found, or rather renewed relationship is necessary for my physical well being, especially at this point in my life!  Just scroll back through some of my previous bloggings and you'll see the whole story behind it.  Suffice it to say, I'm skipping off to the gym 4 or 5 days a week ... OK, skipping might be a bit of misnomer, but I do manage to drag my sorry behind there with alarming frequency.

This particular entry is not about my trials and tribulations with regards to fitness (yeah I did manage to go 30 mins on the treadmill at 4.7 mph today - I so rock).  This entry is more to do with what happens after I work out.  I'm a sweater, no I don't mean the kind you knit & wear, that get adorned with sparkles and reindeer at Christmas - I mean that I'm the kind of person who sweats a great deal when they work out.  No ladylike glistening for me, no sensual dewy face, no erotic single bead of sweat dripping down between my breasts - no, I sweat!  I soak through a T shirt to the point where it can be wrung out, sweat flies off my face when I shake my head and worst of all, a rather clear snot continually runs out of my nose.  My sweatiness is not the stuff of erotica; rather it is the stuff of hard work and let's be honest, smell.  A gasping, premenopausal, sweaty woman is an entity unto itself.

My gym is pretty awesome and the locker rooms are wonderful.  The women's locker room at The Donalda Club has a card playing area, hot tub and steam room; there's frightfully well lit make up area with lots of make upy stuff such as q tips and cotton balls, various hand lotions, sunscreens and hairsprays;  there's an unlimited supply of  fluffy Egyptian cotton towels both in bath and hand towel size.  The showers have a personal changing area and contain razors (disposable), shaving cream, shampoos, conditioners, body wash and even little disposable shower caps.  Oh there are even paper slip on flip flops (that don't fit my big feet). The men's locker room purportedly even has a full size billiards table!  In short it's a veritable locker room paradise and a definite step up from my local Good Life! 

But back to the issue of nudity, which is why I know a great many of you are reading this. 

I was at my locker, stripped off the sweaty work out stuff, wrapped a towel around me and headed off to the steam room.  To my surprise, there was another woman who was already ensconced within the steam room, which wasn't really a big deal, since the room could hold at least 10 people, but what surprised me was she was almost completely mummified in towels!  Far be it from me to judge what one wears to the steam room, but I felt rather scantily clad in my single towel.  The one thing I've noticed in female locker rooms as I've aged, that the older one gets, the more one covers up. 

A million years ago I used to work out in the Yonge and Eglinton area of Toronto.  The gym was quite the singles place, which worked for me because I was single.  Most of the clientele were in their 20s and 30s and fairly fit.  The locker room back then had a lot more nudity than the locker room I inhabit today.  Mainly I think it's because, on the whole,  the members at Donalda are much older (which is OK cause I am too).  There are the sins that too much good food, too much good wine and too much gravity have played upon our bodies.  A good towel is a good thing.

I mentioned the whole towel thing to John, who has also experienced too much good food, too much good wine and just as much gravity (if not more cause he's older than I am), yet he was immensely unconcerned about wearing a towel to cover the imperfections of his body.  His attitude was "if I never wore a towel in a locker room before, why would I wear one now?"  It's kind of hard to fault the logic and demonstrates are far more healthy bodily image.  According to him, it's an attitude that shared by most men in his locker room.  With a little introspection, I think it all ties into the expectations we're fed by the media.  Women have become so self conscious as well as self critical, it's no wonder they take solace in a towel.

Maybe I shouldn't worry about what size my jeans are, but instead I should worry about the size of my towel!

Saturday, April 2, 2011

When Men & Women Collide

Hockey can be pretty daunting when one player is substantially
bigger and stronger than another


John and I play in a low to mid level skill league called HockeyToronto.  It's a fairly loosely run organization of nine co-ed teams who are supposed to playing at a recreational level.  On the whole it's a pretty good league and we've met some great people, which to John and I is really the primary purpose of recreational hockey.  We get to have a night out together, get some exercise and enjoy some social beverages - all positive things!

Right now we're in the playoffs, which in itself is a bit of a misnomer, since we entered the playoffs tied for sixth place and the first place team is firmly entrenched in their dominance of the league.  The league is touted as being co-ed, yet a few of the teams (including the first place team) don't have any females on their rosters (which in of itself is a whole other issue that can be explored at a later date).  Yet by labelling a game a 'playoff' it lends itself to a whole aura of expectations and heightened tensions.  At the game last night, the tensions boiled over and when all was said and done, John was ejected from the game and received a subsequent suspension.  John hit a girl ....

For those of you who don't know John, he's the quintessential accountant.  Quiet, reserved and dependable;  he's middle aged, greying at the temples and wears glasses; conservative in views - both politically and fiscally; he loves his family, golf, and his dog (I hope I got the order right).  He wears cardigans for goodness sake!  In short he's everything you would envision an accountant to be (he also has a very wry sense of humour that you'd never expect an account to possess).  John is also a very experienced hockey player who played competitive hockey growing up and even had some interest in him demonstrated by the OHL (he wisely chose the scholastic route instead).  Until two years ago he hadn't played hockey in at least thirty years, though he has been closely involved in the game through coaching.

John is also physically imposing.  He stands 6'4" and weighs 230 lbs.  On top of that he's an excellent technical skater, with awesome puck handling skills (he once scored a goal while standing at his own blue line), but his strongest weapon is his intimate knowledge of the game garnered over thousands and thousands of hours spent involved in the game.

The reason John plays in the aforementioned low/mid league, is in order to play hockey with me.  I can't bring my skills up (lord knows I've tried), but he can ratchet his down.  John plays defense and focuses mainly on passing the puck to set other people up for goals.  He's got a wicked wrist shot (no slap shots allowed), which he rarely utilizes since he's worried about hurting people and doesn't think it's fair to use it at this level.  He might rush with the puck once during a game, but generally claims he's too lazy to do so.  He relies on his long reach to poke check the puck away from onrushing opponents and is uncannily good at doing so, except for last night, where it all went horribly wrong ...

We'd just tied the game up with a few minutes left to play, tensions were running high.  One of the better, bigger and faster (every team puts their best people on at the end) players on the opposing team came rushing with the puck towards our end.  John took his position at the blue line, the onrushing player tried a head deke, but John was far too wise and went for the poke check, the opposing player careened right into John - John didn't fall (see aforementioned height and weight), but the other guy did.  No whistle went, because John hadn't done anything wrong, he didn't have to get out of the player's way for goodness sake - he had the established position!  John turned to get the puck but the player who had careened into him came up charging at John thinking that John had purposely hit him, whereas the puck carrying player should have been charged with body contact, instead  he crosschecked John in the back, causing John to fall to his knees, while another player on the team started hitting John while he was down. 

In all honesty, I think both players thought that John had purposely hit the first player, their own ignorance of the rules causing them to overreact.   Of course everything happened so quickly.  The ref tried to get hold of the player who had first swung at John, but his adrenaline allowed him to keep hitting John from behind, while the second player was hitting him from in front.  John came to his feet and tried to escape when suddenly a third opposing player came right into the fight, instinctively John defended himself by crosschecking the third player - unfortunately the third person in the fight was girl, a rather small girl and John absolutely decked her ... she went down very hard.  All hell started breaking loose.

First of all let me say that I think John was wrong in cross checking.  The fact that she was/is a girl should have nothing to with it.  The ref started freaking out on John in an extremely unprofessional manner about John hitting a girl, completely ignoring the fact that two of their players had hit John (had hit him hard enough to drive him to his knees).  The ref completely ignored that the girl was the third man (girl) in, which should result in a game misconduct.  I honestly have no idea what she was thinking in injecting herself in the middle of fight ... I highly doubt she'll do it again. 

John was put in an untenable situation, the refs couldn't control the fight and a melee ensued. 

Should John have been ejected and suspended for the crosscheck?  I think yes, no matter how justified, it was still a major infraction.  But what about the other players on the opposing team?  All three of them were considered blameless and were allowed to play in the next game, while John had to sit on the sidelines.  The major issue that the ref kept reiterating, was that John hit a girl.  Yet John did not hit a girl, John simply hit an opposing player, who never should have been there in the first place.  In the scant seconds in which the whole incident took place, John never had a chance to asses the sex of the incoming player, he saw the jersey colour only, plus she was wearing a full face cage, further obscuring her sexual identity.

If women want to play hockey with men, they should be treated as equals.  I think in this situation the whole societal taboo of male hitting a female came to the forefront, and obscured the actual hockey rules that should have been in play.  Nobody wants anyone to get hurt and thankfully she was shaken but OK.

John was a true man and apologized to the girl in question and made sure she was alright, and also apologized to the guys on the opposing team. 

Nobody apologized to John.