The early morning news, including news broadcasted from the Maritimes in the wee hours of the morning, VOD movies, Oprah, and Law & Order re-runs, all punctuated by visits from my dog, Max, and my husband, Chris, have helped the hours roll by.

My trainer is in the basement, which we call “Max’s apartment”. Basically, it’s an empty suite furnished with sports equipment and smelly Dog stuff (food, bed, toys, towels all covered in fur). I ride surrounded by all this stuff. I don’t know what smells worse: Max or Chris’s goalie equipment.

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