As the weather makes a turn for the better here in southern Ontario, I’d like to take a minute to look back on the “offseason” as it fades into the rearview. For those who follow me (or other Bateman’s riders) on Strava, you will have seen lots of indoor #SpinShack riding in your feed this winter. Many more have built their own pain caves at home, joining TrainerRoad, the Sufferfest, or building their own offseason training plans to get through the snowy and salty winters. No matter your method of choice for staying fit over the winter, there is one commonality – lots of time to sit in one place and think.

In cycling, some everyday tropes and truisms also hold true:

  • Consistent hard work put in over time leads to better results in critical moments.
  • “Take better care of your belongings, and they take better care of you.”
  • Eat your vegetables.

However, some tenets of life and living do not appear in cycling – in some instances, the exact opposite could be true. The sunk cost theory, in economics, for example.

WhatsApp Image 2019-04-09 at 10.38.12 PM

Yes, I’m still in my bitmoji phase.

The sunk cost theory, or fallacy, says that we should not consider previous expenses and outlays in determining our next course of action – we should only look forward, and make our decision based on the merits of the objective evidence that lies in front of us. A classic example of humans falling victim to the sunk cost fallacy is public works projects that go horribly over budget, resulting in good money (that could be used currently, or in the future, for any purpose) being thrown after bad money (already spent, and considered to have been wasted).

This human impulse to mitigate losses and not admit failure is how we’ve ended up with Boston’s Big Dig, basically all of Bombardier, the billion-dollar Gun Registry, Public Services and Procurements Canada’s Phoenix Pay System, and Premier Peckford’s Pickle Palace. When considering future action, humans place far more emphasis than they should on previous action and resource allocation that can no longer be undone.

So, we were talking about indoor winter training, and all the time that it affords for introspection. The specific drill that led me to this particular economics-based rumination was Stand-Attack-Hold. In this drill, you spend 30 seconds standing at tempo pace, then continue standing while attacking above threshold for another 30 seconds. Finally, you sit and hold that above-threshold effort for one minute. You then do two minutes of active recovery, and repeat the whole thing 4 more times.

The stand-attack-hold pattern is meant to simulate an attack that you might launch upon reaching the upper portions of a climb. Visualize along with me:

  • Standing at tempo pace, you are climbing with the pack.
  • Then, with the top of the climb in sight, you attack!
  • Having broken away from the bunch, you crest the climb, and you have a gap. The bunch has their nose in unbroken air, and they will need to work hard to bridge back to you. Your job now is to hold that above-threshold effort, to maintain your gap and make your attack stick.

After running this drill over a few times, you start to fatigue. It gets harder and harder to hold that effort for a minute once you sit down having crested the hill (in your mind – remember, you’re at spin and you’re physically travelling at 0 km/h for 2.5 hours). You legs burn, your lungs shudder. You’re tired. You want to nap.

(^though the whole video is hilarious, skip to 4:02 for the relevant portion)

This is where my mind turned to the fiscal realm: “My legs are on fire, I’m pooched! This kind of reminds me of Year 1 Microeconomics [I knew that course would come in handy!]. I should not fall victim to the sunk cost fallacy – I shouldn’t let all of the work I’ve done to get to this point fool me into thinking that continuing this leg-roasting pace is a good idea. I should instead think about my future prospects, and realize that I can’t keep this up. Come on, that old effort is a sunk cost!”

But, obviously, I knew that I was wrong.  Because, as I considered for the remainder of the intervals that Thursday night, in cycling the sunk costs matter. It is not a fallacy to consider them. While it is true that in a race you would not spend 20 minutes attacking five times (or, at least you should not…), you would attack once while feeling as exhausted as you do in the fifth interval of the drill. And if you did, that’s it – you’ve pushed your chips to the middle, taken out all the matches you’ve got left and begun striking them at will, and you are telling your competitors “This is everything I’ve got, come at me.”

sweat baby sweat baby

The view as I considered economic theoria… (theorem?)

As I concluded, riding in the darkness listening to the blasting music and watching a Women’s XC MTB World Cup race, in life, when you spend some dollars, they’re spent. You should move on to the next dollar-spending decision, and not think about previous dollars spent. In cycling, however, your only currency once the flag drops is your effort on the day, and the fact that you’ve burned some matches to start an attack dictates that you continue to push yourself until that attack is successful (or, fails miserably… an outcome that is all too common, unfortunately).

French cycling great Bernard Hinault is famed for having said “As long as I breathe, I attack.” and I’ve always enjoyed that sentiment. If I know anything about revered famous quotes from legendary figures, it is that they’re always improved by being hacked apart and repurposed to make concluding points for amateur bloggers. And thus, I proffer this advice for your coming cycling season: “As long as you attack, attack – and don’t let memories from long-ago first year university classes convince you otherwise.”


It’s playoff time, and the Leafs (read Buds) are heading to the dance. So what are a couple guys to do? Well, meticulously plan out a bicycle ride to spell some words of support for the team, ride that route, and post it on Strava for the world to see.


You likely have questions.

First, Buds All day? Yes. Buds All Day. Because the Buds are indeed All Day. As demonstrated below:


Credit to @3rdPeriodSuits

So that’s settled. Next question.


Why, you ask? Well, the two of us are a coupla bahds who grew up on Curtis Joseph and Mats Sundin. Children of the late-90s and early 2000s, we lived and died with the teams that went to the Conference Finals against the Sabres and the Hurricanes. Mats Sundin scoring a game-winning hat trick overtime goal, the 500th of his career, all narrated by the great Bob Cole. The annual rite of passage that was beating the Senators in the first round (again, often to the dulcet tones of Mr. Cole). (sidenote: what malarkey it is that Bob Cole isn’t calling ANY playoff gamees this playoffs. /sidenote). Gary Valk. Nik Antropov. Cory Cross. The killer powerplay that was McCabe-Kaberle-Wellwood-Sundin-Tucker. Too young to remember Sittler or Clark or the Great Screwjob High Stick of ’93, these are our memories. And as such, for nearly a decade our final playoff memory was Jeremy Roenick coming down the wing and snapping one past Eddie Belfour. And yet, our fandom persisted. And grew. For us, the Buds have always been All Day.

So here we are. After seven playoff games in 2013 that we’d rather not talk about, and an upstart club pushing the Capitals to the brink last April, this is the team. As people have been saying on twitter lately, Why Not The Buds?




So, today’s ride. The Tour de Buds. It started with some meticulous planning – maps printed, directions scrawled. In total, 61 turns.


Strava Segments highlighted in orange

Then, two bahds in their Sundin jerseys set out to write Buds All Day accross our fair city.


@AlSovran and @gloughto, repping no. 13

Pedaling along College, from Landsdowne all the way to Church, we finally ended up at the shrine – Maple Leaf Gardens. The ride ended at Centre Ice (now located in Loblaws’ International Sauces section).

So there we have it. We’re both back home, the ride is posted on Strava, and the Buds most definitely continue to be All Day. Now all we can do is wait for Thursday. The two of us, it can be said, are stoked.


Credit, again, to the esteemed @3rdPeriodSuits


Go Leafs Go.

If this blog were a band, this post would be it’s self-titled album.

A good friend of mine, Jeremy Ellis, is the unwitting source of the name for my blog. Back in 2012 when I created this space to host my writing, I was living with Jer and two other buddies on Cole Road in Guelph. We were all in the last year of our degrees, and the house got along pretty well (other than one memorable tirade about dishes, that went something like this definitely NSFW (Not Safe For Work) piece of work from Washington Capital’s coach Bruce Boudreau, but that was an aberration).

One morning, when I asked Jer what he was getting up to that day as he walked out the door, he responded: “Oh, you know. Different sorts of things.” And he left.

That’s quintessential Jer. Short and to the point, didn’t really care that he hadn’t answered the question at all, and most of all, hilarious.

Later, when I was looking for a name for my new blog, this phrase crossed my mind. As the FAQ section still says, I didn’t really have a specific reason for starting a blog (a theme that continues to this day). So I thought that I’d better title the blog something broad enough to cover whatever I might end up doing in the space. At the same time, I didn’t want to choose something boring and then have to change it down the road. When “Different Sorts of Things” came to mind, I stopped looking – that was the one. At the time, I just thought that it was kind of funny – it reminded me of Jer, and was whimsical enough to adequately fill the space at the top of my new blog.

As time has passed (whoa, 6+ years now…) I’ve given a bit more thought to “Different Sorts of Things” as a title. And I’m still really glad that I chose it.

I think it does a good job of conveying a part of my personal philosophy – that it is important to be a well-rounded person. To read about, to engage in, and to do different sorts of things (interesting things!). It’s easy to get caught up in what we do for work, in our one favourite hobby or genre of music/movie/TV show, or in reading only the same few publications over and over. Routines are important, but it’s just as important to build variation into that routine.

I think the name also does a good job of not taking itself too seriously. The Roman philosopher Seneca, in the 1st century AD, wrote on the question of “How to live?”, that one should give up the pursuit of wealth or high office, and instead spend one’s days philosophizing. This perspective was brought to my attention in an article in The Guardian (which I listened to on their Long Reads Podcast), discussing the cult of time management, pervasive today around the world. To me, doing different sorts of things represents that philosophizing.

In a global economic climate where there is so much concern for efficiency, productivity, and getting (and staying) ahead, this philosophizing is vital to keeping one foot firmly planted in the reality that all the hustle and bustle of big city life isn’t all that there is to our existence.

So thanks, Jerry, for the inspiration. You’ll call BS when I say this, but you continue to inspire me every day.

Jerry's Cigar Bar and Ellis Burgers in Bruges, Belgium.

This post is the ninth installment in my month-long project, #500in28. For the next 28 days, I’ll be spending 28 minutes a day writing 500 words. See here for my first post explaining the project.



When I started this daily writing project, I had it in my mind that difficulties would spring up along the way. While I had plenty of topics ready to go, and figured that I could pretty easily carve out a half hour per day to write about them (the 28 minutes of writing, plus 2 minutes to grab a snack before starting), I also knew that it wouldn’t be a walk in the park. My mom put it this way: “It’s a great idea, but… why right now?”

My mom was right. I’m now into the second week of the Bachelor of Education program at UOIT, and as such, I have lots of new tasks and routines to get used to. Returning to school for the first time in a while, with the goal of becoming the best teacher I can be, is a lot of work. So she’s right, it maybe isn’t the best time to take on a daily project like this – and looking back over the past 10 days or so, it’s obvious that I haven’t been able to keep to my desired daily schedule.

So this is a mea culpa, of sorts. An admission of the need to recalibrate.

From the outset, the goal of the project was to provide an avenue for self-improvement in the areas of motivation and self-discipline. I am working to develop the routines of a person who wakes up early in the morning, laser-focused on a ever-evolving and curated priority list, working quickly and efficiently to knock off tasks from the top down. I have always known it to be the case that this goal is one that is never truly attained – that striving for efficiency and constant prioritization in life will always be a work-in-progress. However, falling behind with this specific task has demonstrated that truth to me in bold. And it is a clear indication that I still have pleeeennnnty of room for improvement in my two targeted fields.

My point with this short update is to say (of course, to everyone who has been so kind to read my writing thus far, but most importantly, to myself) that this project will continue. Whether it returns to being daily remains to be seen – with the daily goal, I may have stretched myself a bit too far. But I can say that it will continue to be prioritized near the top of my list. Furthermore, I can also say with certainty that it is my intention that the days where I don’t publish only come about due to a surplus of higher priorities, rather than a deficit of motivation and hard work.

The meaning of “#500in28” still stands. I am still aiming to write 500 words in 28 minutes. The dual meaning of twenty-eight (doing so for 28 consecutive days) has now been blowed up good. But I will continue nonetheless.

UOIT Faculty of Ed.

This post is the eighth installment in my month-long project, #500in28. For the next 28 days, I’ll be spending 28 minutes a day writing 500 words. See here for my first post explaining the project.

This is the second of a series of a few posts on my experiences visiting the historical sites of The Great War in France and Belgium in the summer of 2017. For the first post, please click here.

One piece of information about Vimy that I learned, and that has stuck with me, is the manner in which Canadians prepared for the battle.

Whether from history class, or from a Canadian Heritage minute, most people know about the creeping barrage tactic, whereby the advancing troops were shielded from the view of the Germans by a rolling curtain of artillery fire. The shells hid the soldiers’ movements, and kept the German infantry sheltering in their bunkers and trenches, so that when the barrage suddenly lifted at the synchronized time, the advancing Allied forces were right on top of the sheltering Germans – an advantageous position for an attacker.

However, the information that I referenced in the beginning has to do with the specific preparations for the attack. This Heritage Minute clip does a good job of touching on most of them:



It references the tunnels that Canadian troops emerged from. These tunnels were part of an extensive and extended campaign of underground warfare, involving the use of mines against enemy targets both above and below ground, and with horrific fighting taking place in the tunnels on occasions when opposing groups of tunnelers dug into each others’ space under ground.

The main point I would like to make when it comes to the tunnels relates to the men who occupied them on the morning of April 9th, 1917. Overnight, thousands of soldiers sat in the cold, damp, dark silence, waiting for the explosion of the thousands of pounds of explosive mines buried underground that would destroy German positions, create advantageous craters and trenches on the surface, and most importantly signify the commencement of the attack.

Later this summer, after returning to Canada, we went with my mom and my brother to see the Soulpepper production, VIMY. The story is incredible, and I recommend it to anyone with an interest in Canadian history. The moment from the show that struck me most intensely was the moment where the soldiers are waiting, about to attack. They’re waiting for the mines to blow, for the artillery to let it rip, and to emerge from the tunnels to traverse no-man’s-land.

Up until this moment, the production had portrayed the soldiers as champing at the bit to get involved in the war. But VIMY so poignantly made clear that in the lull before the attack, some of the men must have begun to wonder whether the impending battle would be as glorious as they’d hoped.

Knowing how their story ends, even knowing that this battle was one of the best outcomes for the Allies in the entire war, is still to know that thousands of men would have their lives altered forever. Even those who escaped with no physical harm done would forever remember their friends and fellow soldiers who hadn’t been so lucky.

In the moment in VIMY where the battle is about to begin, I honestly started to cry and thought to myself – what if we could go back and just call it all off?


This post is the seventh installment in my month-long project, #500in28. For the next 28 days, I’ll be spending 28 minutes a day writing 500 words. See here for my first post explaining the project.

This week, I will be writing about Vimy Ridge.

In June of this year, I had the good fortune of being able to visit the fabled French locale. For my girlfriend and I, it was part of a 2-month trip that took us from India and Nepal to Western Europe. The several days that we (along with her mom and her mom’s partner) spent in Belgium and France are what I’d like to talk about, and in doing so I will be using Vimy and the Battle of Vimy Ridge as a focus and jumping off point.

Prior to the planning of this trip, I knew about Vimy through the same means and lens that I suspect most Canadians do. Grade 10 history class, Remembrance Day speeches, Canadian Heritage Minutes, and CBC Documentaries. I’d been taught, like most of us, that Vimy was a foundational moment – perhaps the foundational moment – for Canada. The moment that we graduated from colony to country. In some ways, this is true. However, in doing some research and preparing for this trip, I gained an incredible appreciation for the breadth and depth of this long Canadian moment.


“The Spirit of Sacrifice”

Off the top, I have to say that it is true that the Canadians were the ones who were able to take the ridge, following a multitude of previous attempts from the French, British, and Allies. As an indication of how instrumental Canadians were to the capture of the ridge, 250 acres of land on top of the ridge was ceded to Canada, and thus the territory is now Canadian land. This is one of two sites that were given such treatment by the French – I will discuss the other later this week.

In this discussion of some other aspects of Vimy, I do not mean to diminish the contributions of Canada to the War effort. Nor do I mean to attack any person or institution that touts the bravery and ingenuity of the Canadians at Vimy as central to their identity. My great-grandfather fought, and was wounded, at Vimy. I am grateful that he returned to Canada (as without that, the three most-recent generations of my family would never have existed), and ever-mindful of the sacrifice of so many. The sacrifice of those who lived a more-difficult life after having experienced the horrors of war, and the ultimate sacrifice of those who never even got the chance to do so. In discussing Vimy, I simply mean to bring up some of the subtleties about which I learned while there.

The main source of this deeper understanding was an excellent episode of Paul Kennedy’s “Ideas” on CBC Radio, entitled “Vimy at 100: Myth vs. Reality”. In the episode, historian Tim Cook discusses the historical evolution of the manner in which Vimy has been presented to Canadians and used to manipulate the passions of citizens. One example of the changing profile of Vimy in the minds of Canadians is the simple fact that the dramatic and stunning memorial monument that stands atop the ridge was originally meant to be built elsewhere. In the immediate years following the War, Vimy was not necessarily thought of as a place of such importance that it begged for a beautiful piece of art.

The other big point that made an impression on me was that once the ridge was won, the Battle of Arras of which it was a part continued on. And on. And on. This story was brand new to me. I had previously thought that this had been a win, full stop. But the Ridge was simply one objective in a long and bitter advance – a trait typical of most battles in The Great War. While this does not diminish the achievement of the objective, it does provide greater context to the overall horrific meaninglessness that soldiers may have felt while endlessly advancing into enemy fire.

That wraps things up for this week. I look forward to delving further into Vimy in the coming days.

Thanks, as always, for reading.


This post is the sixth installment in my month-long project, “500 in 28”. For the next 28 days, I’ll be spending 28 minutes a day writing 500 words. See here for my first post explaining the project #500in28.

The following is a passage from an essay that I wrote for a first year history course at the University of Guelph:

The atomic bombing of the Japanese cities of Hiroshima and Nagasaki in August of 1945 essentially ended World War Two. The total casualties from the two bombings added up to over 200,000 (most of which were civilians).[1] Arguments persist today as to whether or not dropping the bombs was necessary in order to end the war. The truth is, that the use of atomic weapons on the state of Japan brought a direct end to a brutal war that had already claimed approximately 50 million lives.[2] While it is entirely true that the destruction following the bombings was truly horrific, and also that 200,000 people died a truly horrendous death, the outcome of the bombings was far better in the long run than continuing the war would have been.

By no means was the destruction of the two cities considered to be a great military success. It is not regarded today as a proud moment in American history. However at the time that it occurred, dropping the bombs appeared as the lesser of two evils. The choices in 1945 were either to force a Japanese surrender through the use of the nuclear weapons, or to launch an invasion on Japan. Neither choice was desirable, however the estimates indicated that an invasion would not be the correct route to follow:

A study done in August 1944 for the Joint Chiefs of Staff projected that an invasion of Japan would “cost a half-million American lives and many more that number in wounded,” while a memorandum from Herbert Hoover to President Truman in May 1945 estimated that a negotiated peace with Japan would “save 500,000 to one million lives.” There is every reason to believe that such round, frightening numbers lingered in the minds of Truman and Stimson long after they were first received, and that they haunted all future deliberations.”[3]

The numbers given in the study far exceeded even the highest estimate for casualties in the two cities as a result of the bombing. Given these numbers, it is easy to see that many human lives (not only on the American side, but also on the Japanese side) were saved as a result.

[1] Michael S. Sherry “Hiroshima and Nagasaki, Atomic Bombing of” The Oxford Companion to United States History. Paul S. Boyer, ed. Oxford University Press 2001. Oxford Reference Online. Oxford University Press. University of Guelph. 16 November 2007 <;
[2] J. Garry Clifford, John W. Jeffries “World War II” The Oxford Companion to United States History. Paul S. Boyer, ed. Oxford University Press 2001. Oxford Reference Online. Oxford University Press. University of Guelph. 16 November 2007 <;
[3] Kagan, Donald. “Why America dropped the bomb.” Commentary 100.n3 (Sept 1995): 17(7). CPI.Q (Canadian Periodicals). Gale. University of Guelph. 15 Nov. 2007 <;.

It is interesting, every once in a while, to go back and look at some of the work you’ve done in your life – from kindergarten finger painting, to grade 6 poems, to university papers. Charting the evolution of your own education is a cool thing to be able to do through reading.

I take a few points away from this passage above:

  1. I seemed to have a relatively realistic view of war and its horrors, even at a time when I hadn’t seriously considered the ravages of war, nor visited anywhere beyond the Plains of Abraham that a battle of any significance had been fought.
  2. I wasn’t nearly as critical then as I was today – which is something that I definitely learned over the next 4 years of university. Today, I would never argue that the bombing of Nagasaki and Hiroshima was good because it saved Japanese lives in the big picture. I would also today give them separate treatment, as they were distinct events that occurred several days apart.
  3. Overall, the passage serves as a stark reminder of what is at stake when the world peace we have largely enjoyed since 1945 seems to teeter on the edge of a knife or on the twitter handle of a world leader – nuclear warfare is not something to play political football with, and those who speak lightly of it show their lack of true understanding. For those looking for another reminder of this very seriousness, I urge you to get out to see Dunkirk – an incredible film on this very topic.

Thanks for reading – I promise that I will return tomorrow with more content that is both a) fully original, and b) a little lighter and more accessible/engaging than parliamentary democracy and nuclear warfare (haha!).

Good night to all!

This post is the fifth installment in my month-long project, “500 in 28”. For the next 28 days, I’ll be spending 28 minutes a day writing 500 words. See here for my first post explaining the project. #500in28