If the tiny maple leaf in our logo, photos of us bundled on snowy streets, or constant references to all things ‘true North strong and free’ haven’t given it away … we’re a pretty proud group of Canadian girls.
And with that, comes an innate love for all things maple, woodland or ice related.
So when the opportunity presented itself to attend the Ottawa qualifiers for the Red Bull Crashed Ice World Tournament, to be held in Québec City, over St. Patty’s Day weekend, three out of five nuts (+ Shannon) couldn’t think of a better Tuesday evening activity.
I must also say, that there were other factors that drew us to the not-so-close Bell Sensplex in Kanata. Our homegirl, Allison (who we’ve gushed about before here), runs the SHOW at Red Bull.
Any opportunity to see our Field Marketing Specialist, who we don’t get to see often enough, is a reason to trek to any distance. We also had some boy competitors we were there to see … who ended up giving us a lot to cheer about.
So, after making our way to the rink, spotting Al from afar and settling in with Starbucks in our mitted hands, I don’t think we were really ready for what we were about to see.
Hundreds of competitors were divided into heats where they were asked to perform an obstacle course at high speed. The top ten with the best time would advance to the finals in March.
Basically it went a little like this: skate around a marker, dive under a pole, skate around another marker, speed to the end of the ice, around two other markers, dive under a pole, jump over a pole, dive under a pole, sharp turn around another marker, one more and skate to finish line. Oh, and if you touch anything it doesn’t count. Easy right!?
As the whistle blew, Kate’s blood pressure skyrocketed and even though we didn’t know any of the competitors in the first few runs, we were cheering them on like they were our first born children.
Skaters knocked down polls, collided into barriers, slipped at the corners and had all of us in serious hysterics. For four ladies who would have probably not made it without Bambi’ing onto all fours, two seconds in to the race ….. this was some serious entertainment.
In the end, not only did we get to watch our gurl Allie in action, have a full evening of belly aching laughs and a new atmosphere to appreciate, but two of the boys we were cheering on held it DOWN with first and third place finishes, sending them to the finals in Q-City. As if we needed another excuse to jump up and down, squeal like little girls and cause a scene we had basically started since we set our knee-high-boot-clad feet into the arena. Full. Blown. Shrieks.
So in conclusion, if #RBCI is coming to your city, you’d be wise to cancel your plans for the evening, convince your most athletic friends to try out and get a seat by the glass.
You won’t regret it, and much like us, you’ll hardly be able to resist the prospect of a roadie in March to Québec City… in a nutshell.