There are tonnes of things I love about living in Ottawa, and the Rideau Canal Skateway is number one, hands down.
In twenty-four winters of hopes dashed or bettered, I have never had a harsh word for the skateway.
Even when I went through to my thigh in ice-cold water (which is what I deserved for skating out of bounds).
Even when I sprained my thumb and had to forgo my very first xc-ski race (which is what I should have expected when skating with a brain-injured friend — twice my size).
Even when it melts and freezes and melts and freezes, when it’s bumpy, or crowded, or narrow, or short or when snow-covered cracks threaten to send me flying.
I absolutely always excuse it. I fiercely defend it. I’m unconditionally grateful when it’s open. I focus only on what’s good.
If only forgiveness were always so easy.