Facing Fears Is Harder As an Adult 


There are many of us that spend our time always wishing we could do the things our adventurous, outdoorsy friends seem to do so easily. There’s always that person in your circle of friends that’s traveling or jumping into some crazy new activity or artistic endeavor. There’s a secret to how they do that, and I’m going to share it with you.

Last year I bought a used set of cross country skis. There’s two styles classic skiing (where you typically see skiers slide forward by pushing their skies parallel to the snow) and skate skiing (they kind where you see biathletes push off to the sides to propel themselves, similar to how one would skate on ice – hence the term “skate skis”).

I wanted skate skis because long, long time ago I competed in biathlon, for one season, when I was a member of the Royal Canadian Air Cadets.


I’ve often thought back to those days, the first time we put on those skinny little skis we fell left and right trying to balance ourselves.  It took a few training sessions before we could even ski on them. I ended up competing in a short race somewhere in Edmonton and somehow placed high enough that I made it to the provincial competition.

We were the laughing stock of all the other competing squadrons. The little misfit squadron with second hand clothes and skis and none of us matching. I remember everyone else was wearing these spandex racing suits and here I was in my neon pink Sun Ice jacket with tights. 

Provincials were at the Canmore Nordic Centre and I threw up before the race. Nerves. I don’t remember much, except being passed a lot and having to take penalty laps because I couldn’t see through my glasses when shooting at the targets. 

I ended up getting mild hypothermia because apparently tights aren’t the same as racing spandex. 

We raced as individuals and as a team. It was called the Patrol race. Where the team comprised of three members that had to be within a certain distance apart at all times. It was a long time ago but all I remember is that Carie- Ann and I and the third girl came in third. It was definitely one of the most memorable times of my life. 

Then the individual places were announced… Cari-Anne came in 10th, I came in 13th and the other girl 15th in the entire province. Turns out little misfit 699 Jasper Place Squadron was holding out! 

Fast forward to now, I guess I’m hitting the mid life crisis kind of stage. Wanting to relive the old glory days. 

It’s been a year since I bought those skis and besides piddling around with them a couple times I really haven’t used them. 

It’s because I’ve been scared. Intimidated. There’s a huge part of me that knows my body is no longer conditioned for it and I’ll probably not be able to go very far.  
I guess I’ve felt like “what’s the point?” “Why would I drive 45min to a trail to only ski for 30min?”

Why? Because you have to. 

This is the hardest part of being an adult, we develop these insecurities about our abilities and we no longer can be swayed by others that we can do it. We’re set in our ways and afraid to fail. So why try? 

In children we promise them success and support when they try their hardest. We give them love and hugs and they trust us. Somewhere along the way of becoming an adult we often think it’s too much work to try and we tell ourselves that we’re happy staying where we are as we are. We no longer trust others when they say we can do it and often dismiss their encouragements as false promises.


That is why facing challenges and fears are so much harder as an adult. Ultimately you are responsible for motivating yourself to grow. 
Pining for things will never bring you joy. The outcome of your happiness is directly related to your effort. 

Take a page from my little experience today. There was no one there to pack my hot tea and lunch. No one there to drive my ass to the Nordic Centre.No one there to buy my trail pass and no one there to clip in my boots and says “let’s go.” 

There’s was only me. I know it’s not easy getting off our asses and doing things but we have to. If we want to become that person that inspires us to be better, stronger, healthier we have motivate ourselves and push ourselves. 

In the end I finally got myself onto the trail into my skis and though I was as graceful as a baby giraffe, I’m happy that I did it. 

The Organization That Changed My Life: A Word From W.O. Seto

Royal Canadian Air Cadets?

To all the cadets of Canada I bring you a short message.  I am who I am today largely thanks to 699 Jasper Place Squadron.  Some of you may have heard of the Woods Canada Dream Job and many of you know of the Trans Canada Trail as I’m sure you’ve all taken a part in helping develop this heritage trail.  5 months ago I was hired by Woods Canada to highlight coast to coast, sections of the TCT and because I was a member of the Royal Canadian Air Cadets I succeeded against over 3800 other applicants.

To see my application video for the Woods Canada Dream job click: HERE

I am hoping to inspire and illustrate to you all that there is value in your training and experience.  Mind you, you still have to go out and grab the things you want but be proud of where you came from and be proud of the accomplishments you have achieved via the RCACS.

Here is a little insight to who I was as a cadet.

Cpl Seto

Cpl Seto

I started just before I was 12. Both my brothers were members at 699 and I couldn’t wait to be a part of it, so Captain Lindley Scott, my commanding officer let me join a little early. (I will have a whole post on how amazing Captain Lindley Scott is so stay tuned.)

From there I learned that I was passionate about drill, leadership, athletics and well pretty much everything. I was part of the range team, sport teams, drill team, flag party,  and even biathlon.

By the time I was 15 I was a Flight Sergeant and Drill Team commanding 2IC. That was the year we won Silver in compulsory and Gold in Precision in the Provincial Drill Competition. Crazy. I will never forget that moment in my life when they called out 699 Jasper Place. My ears where ringing and everyone was screaming and I don’t think I even knew what was happening.  Treasure these moments.

I remember basic training in Penhold, Ab. That was the first year I ever received an award and I think from there it changed the way I pursued my cadet career. Top Cadet. Next to two of my friends who are still my friends to this day. Adam and Blake Thomas.   There were other awards but I’ll save that for another post.

Some of the other courses I did were Intro to Leadership (I.L.C), Physical Education and Recreational Training (P.E.R.T), Athletic Instructor Course (A.I.C), and  Instructeur En Survie (I.E.S) Survival Instructor Course (S.I.C) in Bagotville, QC.

I am so grateful for the opportunities and experiences I was given through the RCACS. I mean my first time camping was backcountry in a parachute tent. I never even used so called “camping gear” until I was 18 or camped at a “camp site”. Everything I learned was from the basics and it taught me how to be resourceful. That’s why I guess I don’t need all these gadgets to have a good time in the bush.

I made friends that even to this day are my closest and dearest friends though many of them may live across the country and many I haven’t spoken to in years but I always know that we will be friends for life.

Bagotville Canteen

Bagotville Canteen

Cadets has enriched my life. It has taught me the importance of leading by example. I have learned the value of following as well as leading. I know that I can get any job once I make it to the interview, thanks to board interviews and mock boards. I understand the importance of respect and discipline.

I don’t have many photos of my time as a cadet due to unfortunate circumstances. But when I find more of them be sure I will be sharing them and the stories that lay behind them. If anyone has any photos of our time together in cadets please send them my way!

Anyways, I just wanted to make a quick shout out to the organization that changed my life.