I woke up on June 1st in a Motel 6 somewhere north of Seattle. I lay awake for a while, listening to cars and trucks pass on the interstate outside, and I couldn't chase the thought from my head that it was time to retire.
A year ago I was sitting in the departure lounge at the airport in Halifax, about to board an eight-hour flight across the country to my home in Vancouver, when my partner of nearly four years sent me a text.
For the last year or so, I've been regularly attending boot-camp style high intensity interval training classes, both in Vancouver at Survivor Fitness and on Prince Edward Island at 3rd Degree Training in Summerside.
These classes have really been the bedrock of my exe...