
I thought I would upload a few photos from my trip to Boston to prove that I didn’t make the whole thing up. I did actually go and I have photo evidence to prove it. Enjoy.

Louis, the coach of the Quebec Training Center has always been incredibly innovative and strategic when it comes to mental training and team bonding activities…

Here I am again in Quebec. Home from my worldly travels energized and fortified and money spent…

Ah, the much-anticipated latest instalment of the The Way I See It – and I mean that personally. I’ve been meaning to write something for about a month or two but had other things on my mind. But now I have some time freed up and so many eager blog readers dying to hear about my current experiences.

On our way overseas earlier this week we had a painless 8 hour layover in Chicago. After walking through their dramatic process of clearing customs, we jumped on the first train into downtown Chi-Town. Once all customs, security, boarding and train time were accounted for, we figured we had a solid 5 hour whirlwind adventure in the third largest American city.

After a busy summer as a barista at a local coffee shop denying people’s requests to draw my pretty face in their latte, I jumped in the car in Canmore, Alberta and drove 3200km across Canada to land in beautiful North Bay, Ontario. At this point I should clarify (if it isn’t obvious already) that I am not the Dave Nighbor…

This “tree study” was drawn today (August 4th, 2009) out of rest-day boredom. It’s a drawing of a tree I run pass regularly on a hike close to my apartment. It’s Van Gogh inspired… just perhaps not Van Gogh quality.

The chance to score some extra cash could not have come at a better time for Dave Nighbor. The 24-year-old North Baybred cross country skier, who is one of 28 athletes participating in the General Mills Aspiring Olympians program, received word in May during a trip home that he had lost his spot on the national development team and the funding that goes with it.

Before you read into too much into the title, I’ll assure you that the term “check engine’ is not used as a metaphor in this article- though it would probably make a good one. One can likely draw clever comparisons between the “check engine” light in a car and evaluating training and lifestyle when feeling [...]

It has taken me a while to sit down and debrief my race season and it wasn’t until I was given the pink slip from the National Team last week that I became overly motivated to write an article. Yet, with this new found enthusiasm for article writing, I had to hold back for a bit because I knew if I wrote it right away, my words would come across strikingly similar to the incessant snarls of the Tasmanian Devil from Looney Tunes; I know my facial expressions shared his resemblance at times during the past week. Either way, I’ve had a week to experience all sorts of different emotions and now I am balancing on somewhat of an even keel. I got help from the Google machine to help me identify all of the feelings I’ve expressed (or felt but didn’t express) following more or less this order:














