on the canal Google

I like to say that “I moved to Ottawa kicking and screaming.” I loved and only moved because my spouse’s short term contracts had led to longer term work and I had quit my job.

But then I fell in love with the place. And yesterday’s adventure skating sums up why.
It was a beautiful sunny day, unseasonably warm for February. On , I grabbed my and headed over to the canal.
When I hit the ice, I found myself giggling like a . My were burning (and when they loosened up my took over. My butt still hurts today) but it was fun.
There were folks out skating in office (including at least one guy in a full suit and tie) and a teenager on the ice. There were that looked too young to walk, gliding past me. And there were other adults wobbling along or holding the hands of more stable skaters. There were people of all races, ages, – all out enjoying the sunshine and the joy of movement.

A little more than an hour after I left the house, I returned to drop off my and ran to catch the bus that would take me to an appointment. I was hot and sweaty. And happy, too.

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