"I’ve always seen life as a game of lacrosse—sometimes you sprint, sometimes you pause to catch your breath, and every once in a while, you score or miss a crucial shot. Born and raised in Vancouver, my days are now filled with training schedules, game strategies, and occasional coaching sessions at the local youth club. Despite the rigorous physical demand, I've found that maintaining a balance is crucial. I strive for a diet that fuels my body, tossing in a protein shake after workouts, and indulging in poutine on cheat days because, hey, you can't just live on greens, right? Recently, I’ve been dealing with a minor injury that's thrown me off my usual pace, making me reevaluate my goals both on and off the field. It’s this constant juggling act between pushing limits and stepping back to heal. The community here, though, is solid—teammates, coaches, even rivals, share this tacit understanding that we're all in this rugged dance together. It's this aspect of camaraderie and shared struggle that I relish. Just last week, I grabbed a beer with a couple of teammates after a close match. We found ourselves at this little dive known for its local brews and legendary nachos, laughing over missed plays and future tactics. It's moments like these that remind me why I love this sport. It’s not just about winning or the adrenaline; it’s about those small victories, shared meals, and the stories we tell around the table. Speaking of which, nothing beats the salmon we get here—grilled, smoked, however it comes, it always tastes like home. It’s my go-to meal whenever I need a taste of comfort or a reminder of why I play the game."
