Time certainly flies when you're having muddy, dirty, somewhat dangerous fun.
This has been an amazing year for me. I have been lucky enough to find people to teach me a variety of skills that I plan to build on for the rest of my life. My final column for the paper is here.
When I actually care about something or someone, I am fairly lousy at goodbyes, so I will keep it quick.
To my teachers: Thank you for sharing your time and knowledge, for letting me dress up in suits, learn your secret recipes and allowing me to hold knives. I am amazed by your patience and impressed by how you all managed to put up with a somewhat flustered reporter fumbling with a video camera.
To my readers: Knowing you were out there pushed me to step further from my comfort zone than I thought possible. The safety suits were a piece of cake - Toronto Police, if you need a stunt body to get dropped in the ice or taken down by dogs please give me a call - but I wouldn't have stepped near a spinning class unless I had committed to shaping up as part of this plan.
I owe you one.
Best of luck to you and your loved ones for all your adventures ahead. I am really going to miss this.