This is a photo of me and my ladies, we did the Coquitlam Crunch today. At first it was difficult because the incline was really steep but then it leveled out enough so that the burn went away and we made it to the top. We took one break to stretch and then the rest wasn’t so bad at all. I’m really proud that we did that today, we woke up at 9am and left early so that we’d have the entire day after. We got Tim Hortons and parted ways and a few hours later I was back in Coquitlam to pick up Kieren and we hit the gym for an hour and a half. After partying last night and sleeping five hours, I somehow managed to get the energy to workout for three and a half hours… so random but so epic! I’m so full of endorphins that I’m just naturally happy right now. I’m a happy, achy, noodle right now. I bench pressed 65 pounds today and I’m pretty damn proud of that, pretty stoked that Alana, Nichelle, and Kieren are going to join Amy and I for our workouts. So while I’m unemployed I can go all three times a week and build some muscle and this Saturday we’re doing The Crunch yet again. I purchased some Acai Berry pills so hopefully that makes a difference but otherwise I’m just chillin’ on the road to greatness. EPIC!

To beat a one thousand pound animal into backing away from a one hundred pound human being is tragic.

I used to not understand the rescue and why my sister was so involved, I mean I understood the saving horses ideal but not the deeper interaction. I used to ride, english saddle for four years, but that wasn’t the same thing. Those horses weren’t afraid, those horses weren’t beaten and neglected, those horses weren’t starved and deserted, they were just horses. The horses I rode had an owner that fed them, loved them, and taught them that little kids just wanted to learn how to ride them with little force. The horses I visit at J&M Acres Horse Rescue don’t understand what an apple is because they’ve never been handed a treat so sweet and juicy. Now I understand why my sister does it and why she takes it home with her everyday, because it’s no longer a volunteer position, it’s a lifestyle. What these horses have gone through is hard to think about when you see the fear in their eyes and the sadness that can’t be drained through tears. They are broken, they are broken because somebody didn’t love them and they depended on that person. Every human being in this world knows what that feels like, but the person they loved controlled if they got fed or not or how much they were beaten so they didn’t fight back. Humans beat each other man to man, but to beat a one thousand pound animal into backing away from a one hundred pound human being is tragic. Sometimes I wish these horses had fought back and broken somebody’s leg or a couple of ribs… but these horses aren’t monsters, they are just the haunted images of what human beings are capable of. Horses are much the same as dogs, much the same as children. They depend on you, they depend on us, and we let them down. I go to the rescue now by choice, I volunteer to groom them and love them because that is not a chore, that is humane. If you want to help by donating or adopting, please check out their website > http://www.jmacresrescue.com/

I’m posting this photo because it represents an amazing friendship. I met Amy (on the left) in Woman’s Studies class last semester and it all started with simply taking a seat beside her on the bench outside the Douglas College doors. We had a simple conversation and then attended class together without the knowledge that we were going to become the best of friends. We spent that entire semester discussing our lives and filling eachother in on drama and helping eachother in class. We exchanged numbers and Tims iced capps and didn’t think much of it. I thought that after that semester we’d probably drift like most people do when they’re not in the same classes but even though we have nothing together this semester, we still chill twice a week and attend the gym. We went and saw The Hunger Games together cause she read the book and when we workout we laugh till it hurts. I tell her everything and she understands, she tells me everything and I understand. Amy has become quite the friend to me and I never expected that from College, I expected parties and new friends yeah… but I never expected to trust another bestfriend the way I trust her. I am very proud to call her my friend and I look forward to every Tuesday and Thursday to workout and laugh and sing together, we have the same goal and that only brings us closer. She is fucking awesome and I am really glad that I got the opportunity to meet her. Thanks for moving to Coquitlam bestie! I love you! ♥