" THE STORY OF TIME " 1951 ROLEX SPONSORED EDUCATIONAL FILM SUNDIAL TO WRISTWATCH 85624

A sundial is a device that tells time by using a spot of light or a shadow cast by the Sun’s position on a reference scale. As the Earth spins on its axis, the Sun appears to travel across the sky from east to west, rising at sunrise from beneath the horizon, reaching its zenith at midday, then sinking again at sunset. Both the azimuth (direction) and the altitude (height) can be used to create time‑keeping devices. Sundials have popped up independently in every major culture and became more accurate and sophisticated as societies grew. Jody stood there to the left, silent and confident. The rest of the room was dark, yet I could see the red bricks of the house’s foundation through the sunlight filtering in.

From the bench he stared into my eyes and smiled. I smiled back.

I’ll never forget it. While staring into my soul, Stu slung the helmet over his head, and lifted the entire weight stack with his NECK, multiple times. Bellow after bellow, grinning wide, all teeth. His neck muscles were GIGANTIC. Me and Jody cheering. We all three started laughing. I have always been impressed by displays of strength, both physical and character wise. Next, Jody—6 feet tall, blonde, and built like a Viking herself—gave it a shot. The chain screamed, the weights didn’t budge, and we all laughed.

Then it was my turn. I channeled memories of my Olympic dreams swimming training days, hopped on the bench, and nothing. The helmet and the weights stayed put. Like trying to lift 30 gold bricks with your forehead. My face must’ve been a comic book of shock. The Hart father laughed, Jody laughed, I laughed. Even the weight machines seemed to giggle.

Me and Jody and our skinny necks.

As we left, Stu leaned in and whispered only to me, “You won’t be the next wrestler, but Jody… yes.” It was his company, his choice, and he was right. Jody had a gift—her height, her strength, her charisma. I didn’t mind one bit. Instead she later chose a different adventure—raising babies, bless her—and that was just fine too.

Another lesson I took from Mr. Hart that day was this: even if I couldn't move that weight stack with my own strength, by using my head and having the guts to try, I could lift any amount, a limitless number of times, all while smiling and not even breaking a sweat. And you know what? I do.

Using your smarts and having a good plan will always beat raw power.

This brings me to now. A wrestler once told me that the sport takes a toll: some stars limp down stairs backwards, knees all shot. Two years ago, my knees were in such pain from rebuilding my body from the cellular level up, I worried I’d lose them entirely—wheelchair, anyone? Nope! Instead, I tried red-light therapy, the kind with a handheld wand.

I’d run it over my knees, joints, tendons, and let me tell you—it hurt in the good way. Like when a bruise finally starts to fade. Now? My legs still get a workout, but I do lunges up staircases two steps at a time, and the pain’s gone.

If you’re a wrestler, an athlete, or just someone battling knee trouble, give red-light therapy a try. Thirty minutes a day, every day, for a year. It might just give you back your legs—and maybe a little bit of your childhood, too.

Here’s the thing about dreams: sometimes they shift, and that’s okay. Jody’s a mom now, and I’m… well, I’m still laughing at my humbling experience. But we both got more than we asked for: a lesson in grit, a story worth telling, and the kind of memory that sticks with you like a backstage pass to a world that never stops surprising.

Canada in it, eh?

P.S.

Jody was a dead ringer for the legendary lady “Honey”. 

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The Long‑Haired Hero

If you flip through a Harlequin paperback on a rainy Tuesday, you’ll often find the leading man sporting a cascade of curls that catch the light in the same way a sunrise does over the Rockies. Those novels aren’t just about swoony love scenes; they tap into a deep‑seated belief that a man who can grow his hair long is also growing his intellect, compassion and stamina.

Women across the country—whether they’re sipping a double‑double at Tim Hortons or taking a break from a night shift at the hospital—have confessed that they’re drawn to a partner who looks the part of a protector as well as a thinker. The reason is simple: a thick, healthy head of hair suggests good circulation, balanced hormones and a lifestyle that respects the body’s needs. In the same way a well‑cooked poutine is a sign that the chef knows how to blend flavours, a well‑kept mane is a sign that the man knows how to blend strength with sensibility.

🌟 Why Carina’s products feel like a championship belt for your body

Since 1972, Carina has been hand‑crafting these clean‑as‑air formulas on the North Shore of Vancouver. Their aim? To strip away the synthetic junk that most beauty aisles are stacked with – no cortisone, steroids, DEA, sulfates, sodium chloride, propylene glycol, aluminium, synthetic fragrances or dyes.

All the botanicals are hand‑selected from the Pacific Northwest’s forests and farms, then blended into a formula that’s as gentle as a whisper but as effective as a piledriver.

Supporting Canadian businesses isn’t just a feel‑good line; it’s a commitment to local growers, to sustainable harvesting, and to keeping our ecosystems thriving. When you buy Carina, you’re backing Canadian‑made, eco‑friendly products that respect the land we love.

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• Natural hair care Canada – conditioner for dry scalp, wrestlers’ hair, hair growth support
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• Cruelty‑free hair products – ethically produced, Canadian‑sourced
• Vegan body wash Canada – safe for rivers, lakes and oceans

Whether you’re a wrestling fan who needs that extra edge of confidence, a busy parent juggling work and the kids, or someone who simply wants to treat their scalp and skin with the respect it deserves, Carina’s Botanical Therapeutic line is the tag‑team partner you’ve been waiting for.

Give your hair the kind of care that makes you feel like you just stepped out of the locker room after a victorious match. Let your skin glow like the northern lights after a cold night on the ice. And remember – every bottle you buy helps keep Canadian craftsmanship alive and kicking.

So, grab a bottle (or three), support home‑grown goodness, and let your natural beauty shine brighter than a championship belt under the arena lights.

Stay strong, stay kind.

Feel free to click the link below to learn more and snag these clean, Canadian‑crafted essentials. Your scalp, your skin, and your wallet will thank you.

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Fabio became a romance novel cover model primarily because his iconic look—long, flowing blonde hair, chiseled physique, and European accent—perfectly embodied the idealized fantasy that resonated with readers.  His image, often featuring him shirtless with wind-blown hair and a woman clinging to him, became synonymous with the genre’s "clinch cover" style in the 1980s and 1990s. While his hair was a major draw, it was the combination of his looks, aura, and the fantasy he represented that made him a cultural phenomenon. 

Crafting Your Own Path – No Quick Fixes

If you’re a fan of the old‑school grit, a budding biohacker, or simply someone who likes to feel the pulse of Canadian sport, here’s a practical take‑away that respects both the Stampede legacy and today’s wellness research:

Chart the Match‑Flow – Write down the key moves you want to achieve in the next month. Whether it’s increasing your squat by five kilos, mastering a new yoga pose, or improving sleep consistency, give each goal a clear, step‑by‑step outline.

Analyze the Opponent – Your opponent is fatigue, injury risk, and distraction. Use a simple log (paper or app) to track how you feel each day. Spot patterns, just like a trainer watches an opponent’s breathing to predict the next strike.

Deploy the Right Move – Choose the technique that matches your current state. On a high‑energy day, go for a heavy compound lift. On a low‑energy day, opt for mobility work and active recovery. The plan, not raw force, decides the outcome.

Designed for precision, the Kala Red Light Neck Rejuvenator delivers advanced red and near-infrared light therapy directly to the neck and upper chest.

Using dual wavelengths (633 nm red and 830 nm near-infrared), it helps support collagen production, improve skin tone, and smooth fine lines.

Lightweight and easy to use, it turns daily skincare into an effective rejuvenation ritual.

Folks often ask why the necks on those Stampede Wrestling alumni from the ‘60s and ‘70s look like sturdy cedar fence posts. It wasn’t a gym routine; it was life. It was weeks of head-to-head pushing in the ring, the constant, grinding torque of hand-fighting. That daily, gritty work built a brute-force armour. They called it “taking your lumps,” and it was just part of the territory.

When you step into a neighbourhood gym in a small prairie town, you can almost hear the echo of a bygone era: the cheers that rose over the Stampede arena, the clatter of boots on the wooden ring, and the steady drum of a crowd that loved a good “tough‑love” lesson. Those same walls now hum with the low‑beat of a rowing machine, the clang of free‑weights, and the focused breathing of folks who are as serious about their health as they are about their love for a good maple‑syrup‑drizzled poutine.

It isn’t a coincidence that the old‑school wrestling culture and today’s wellness science sit side‑by‑side in so many Canadian fitness spaces. Both demand respect for the body, a willingness to push past comfort zones, and a deep‑seated belief that true strength stems from balance – mental, emotional and physical. In the old Stampede territories, a coach might have barked, “Keep your chin up, kid!” – a call that was as much about confidence as about neck posture. Today, that same mantra finds its home in discussions of cervical spine integrity, the unsung hero that keeps a wrestler’s head steady, a cyclist’s eyes forward, and a desk‑bound bio‑hacker alert.

Back in the day, wrestlers learned to listen to the ring floor, to trust the feel of a suplex and to respect the limits of their bodies. The lessons were straightforward: if your spine gave out, the match was over. That raw, no‑nonsense attitude carved out a culture where “hard work” meant more than a badge on a locker; it was a badge of honour.

Fast forward to a modern training centre in Vancouver, where a trainer might pair a kettlebell swing with a mobility drill that targets the upper neck. The goal isn’t simply to lift heavier; it’s to protect the cervical spine so every rep, every jump, every pivot can be executed without compromise. The old‑school “tough‑love” ethos lives on, only now it’s backed by evidence‑based practices: dynamic stretching, neuro‑muscular activation, and smart recovery protocols.