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A Sad But Welcome Change

 Early on in my career, I was granted the wonderful opportunity instructing at a military school in Kingston. My three years there were easily the most rewarding of my career, and it left an indelible mark. So much so, in fact, that I had devised a plan to hopefully finish out my career in the school environment. This summer, I was granted that wish, receiving my posting to another military school, this time in the National Capital Region. Unfortunately, despite efforts that would ultimately lead to an August breakdown, I will no longer be a member of that unit, having received news of a posting to the Canadian Armed Forces Transition Unit. While my brain proved wonderfully adept at picking up a second language, my abilities to multitask, organize, and generally remember anything have been severely and permanently compromised. For those new...truck vs. cyclist (me). Truck won. I am obviously quite sad to leave a unit with whom I’d dreamed of being a member. Teaching and coaching ha...
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A summer spent chasing numbers, the irrational, and my wife?

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 I’ve spent a week trying to devise a way to write this simple piece about cycling. You’d think a professional writer (Public Affairs) with an affinity for over-sharing on Facebook would have no problems whatsoever spewing out 500 words about something so important to him; the cycling theme is actually alluding to a huge personal achievement, so why can’t I ‘put pen to paper,’ if you will? It’s conflicting. Quick update in the event you don’t know me. In June of 2018, I was struck by a transport truck during a charity cycling event. The following 2.5 years have been spent in recovery, and will likely describe how I will spend the rest of my life: Trying to recover. A severe concussion, PTSD, and a new and permanent neurocognitive disorder are the hurdles.  So blah, blah, blah. On with the story. The summer during which I was hit was obviously not a good one. I had only cycled 531 km by the time of the accident in June. Following the accident, I can only remember one ride. A fr...
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