23-07 Hamburg Germany 1,

July 10, 2023,

Hi Everyone,

I am sitting in the Banque National lounge at Trudeau Airport waiting for my flight to London and then to Hamburg. I can eat and drink here for free due to my Elite Master Card status. The food is actually good and there is an open bar for wine which is to my taste. I am already on my …..glass. Unfortunately there is no scotch.

2 songs seem to come across my mind. My taste in music is mired in the 17th century with Bach and Beethoven and then skips rapidly to the Sinatra big band era followed by music from the 60s and 70s. I don’t think that I could even name a band or singer from the 80s onwards. “ All my bags are packed and I’m ready to go, I’m standing here outside your door, I am so lonely that I could cry. I’m leaving on a jet plane….” (John Denver). “I’m sitting in a railroad station, with a ticket for my destination, ooh ooh” (Simon and Garfunkel). Enough of that memorabilia.

How did I get here? Well that is a long story. I was playing 80 games of hockey a year and 50 games of squash. I was skiing and racing a sailboat. How could I have a cardiac problem? Like every good doctor, I had a blood test regularly every 30 years. Unknown to me, my cholesterol was ski high and in spite of my over active personality, my thyroid had virtually stopped functioning. I had 2 heart attacks playing hockey and 1 walking on the street. I stayed home, hoping to discuss this problem with my friend, the cardiologist, but a kidney stone intervened and brought me to the hospital. 3 days later I had a quadruple bypass at the old Royal Vic.

Following the bypass I entered into an intensive cardiac rehab program at the YMHA. My surgeon had promised me that I could play hockey 3 months after the bypass. Actually I started skating 3 months later, raced my sailboat at about the same time, reffed hockey over the summer and started playing 5 months later. The rest is history.

About that time my friend Glen told me that I should try to do a triathlon. A triathlon? I couldn’t even spell the word. I thought it was spelled with a Y. Anyway, the following summer I did my first sprint triathlon (swim 750m, bike 20k and run 5k). I won a gold medal in my age group. Since then, I have participated in 11 triathlons including the Olympic, (swim 1.5k, bike 40k and run 10k) and half Ironman relay where I did did the swim (1.9k). I have won several gold, silver and bronze medals in my age group, 65-69 and 70-74. There are not too many people over 70 who can do all 3 disciplines. If you out live the competition you can do really well in triathlons.

Last year I did the Sprint at the Esprit Triathlon in Montreal in the Old Port. Several months later I received an email from Team Canada inviting me to be a member of the Canadian National Triathlon Team, Sprint, Age Group 70-74. I accepted of course, not really realizing that it was self financing, (Canada really does not support its budding athletes) . So I am on my way to Hamburg to do the World Triathlon Championship, Sprint, Age Related. We will be 150 persons on the Canadian Team and probably 4000 athletes in all categories. I have a t-shirt that says Canada, a team jacket, shorts, a hat and a tight, tight tight bathing suit that shows a little too much.

I have been training like crazy for the last 3 months. 1 play 2 games of hockey a week or 1 game and do a sail boat race. On the days that I don’t play I do a sprint triathlon, split up during the day. For example, I would run in the morning for 40 min (5k) swim 20 laps in the afternoon (750m) and bike of 50 min in the evening (20). I lost 13 lbs. I cut back my wine drinking to 2 glasses a day without getting the DTs and cut out my Friday night scotch entirely.

2 days ago I did the Gatineau Triathlon. I came 185th out of 201 participants, finished the race in 1:57 and won a silver medal in my age group. I finished in the 4th quarter and the fellow that beat me in my age group did it in 1:20 and finished in the 1st quarter. My finishing should probably be good enough to be invited to the Worlds in Malaga, Spain, next year.

Love, Brian

Jackson Hole 3,
Feb. 1, 2023,
Hi Everyone,

This was my second day skiing and my first day at the conference. The conference has become very high powered with several well known names in urology present and giving talks. We are 87 urologists present not including the speakers and the exhibitors who more or less sponsor the conference. After one of the talks I quietly gave my opinion to the fellow next to me who agreed with me. The next thing I knew, he gets up and gives a talk. He is the chairman of urology of one of the top 5 urology training centres in America. The next time I give my opinion I will look at his name tag before speaking.

The conference runs from 6:30 to 10:00 or 11:00 with one talk after another. I cut out at 10:00 to do some skiing. There is a critique panel in the afternoon from 4:00 to 7:30which finished early today. I had drinks with 2 urologists from South Carolina with whom I shared a taxi ride the other day from the airport to the hotel. I did a quick run with them earlier in the day but they cut off to do a blue and I still had the energy to do a black mogul run (double black). 10 years ago at the conference I was offered a position at a small town in Idaho, 2 hours from Jackson Hole. Dominique told me that I could take the job but she wouldn’t go with me and I could fly back to Montreal every so often. Several weeks later I had my heart attacks and my bypass and that was the end of that. This evening I met up with 2 urologists who took the jobs 3 years afterwards. One of them is from Red Deer Alberta. His wife is from Montreal and used to work for a Quebec firm called Laborie. We had met many years ago at urology meetings.

I also met a French fellow how comes from the Alps and works for a company which is marketing disposable cystoscopes. This is an innovative idea as regular scopes need to be sterilized requiring manpower and break regularly requiring expensive repairs. He grew up in a small ski village in the Alps where you can ski from France to Italy in a day. He has been skiing since he was a child. We will meet at 12:00 at the gondola and ski together in the afternoon. He was impressed by my knowledge of what skis to rent and the difference between western wide under foot skis where skiers slide their turns as opposed to eastern skiers who ski on narrow skis under foot which are good for carving on hard packed snow in the east. I neglected to mention that I am a ski patroller at Mont Habitant and am a level 1 CSIA instructor. He probably skies like Jean Paul whose family owned a hotel at Meribel, one of the best mountains in France or Barry or Glen. I hope that I don’t disappoint him with my abilities.

I used to tell my kids that we would start skiing in the morning, warm up on double blacks and then do something more difficult. Today I started off the day on ‘something more difficult’. I took the tram up to rendezvous-bowl and then skied off to the Hobacks. It was 10:30 and I was the first one down with nobody following. The mountain faced the sun so there was soft broken heavy powder. I ‘jumped into the trees’ and made my way down. I think that they must have moved the trees as I don’t remember them being so close together. The trees must have grown in height and in width and I swear that they must have planted more of them in between just for me. I kid you not, the trees are 6 feet apart and occasionally the slope is 60 degrees. I couldn’t link my turns and sometimes resorted to side slipping to get by. Eventually I arrived at some open terrain with huge bumps. I had to stop to catch my breath every 10-12 turns. I think that it is a combination of the altitude 10,500 feet, and the fact that I am 5 years older. Later in the day I did a bump run which was marked double diamond, caution and cliff. It was a piece of cake.

I spent the evening with my new found friends and had dinner and drinks with them. We will meet up tomorrow to take some runs together.

Love,
Brian