Every entrepreneur knows the feeling: you have an idea so brilliant, so revolutionary, so clearly destined to change the world, that you start to parent it. You name it. You design a logo. You whisper to it at night like it’s a newborn. And this is where things go horribly wrong.
Like many entrepreneurs, I often feel lonely, which is a weird confession coming from someone who can talk to a brick wall and have an engaging time. I’m not some tragic recluse brooding over spreadsheets in the dark.
I promised Lu after my last ultramarathon catastrophe that I’d stop pretending bravado and past success were viable training strategies, and I vowed to take these races more seriously if I were to continue.
Today my dog Jack turns 10 years old, which in [...]
As any entrepreneur or business owner can attest, the road to success is paved with blurry moments, and the three months since my surgery have been amongst the blurriest and most chaotic ever. I had every ambition to write frequently during my recovery, but work was already crazy before I went under the knife and everything just accelerated from there.
They say that you can tell a lot about a person by the music they listen to. So here's a list of the top 3 concerts I attended in 2023.
While the first day of my knee surgery adventure was coloured with lollipops and rainbows and provided endless praise for the world of modern medicine, Day 2 seemed more like a fire at a tire dump, and the plume of smoke was so dark and thick it could be seen from space.
After many frustrating months dealing with my health issues and barely training and running, I finally had a date with my surgeon to repair the torn medial meniscus in my right knee on August 19. Here’s how my strange day went down.
I’m often asked how I got into the random and niche area of aircraft ground deicing. But rather than answer that question, I'll instead discuss how I got into aviation, because this is a far more intriguing story and it's one that very few people outside of my inner circle know about.
When last we spoke, I was in the midst of a pseudo midlife crisis at 56, unsure what to do in the face of the situation I was in and the choices in front of me. I decided at that time that I was going to proceed with the original plan, which was to run a 100-mile (160-km) race in Ancaster, Ontario. Great plan, eh?
