As I was leaving Sporting Intentions after purchasing a new lifejacket in preparation for some cycle-canoeing, and heading toward Freetown for my horseback riding lesson, I was hit with a sudden realization: I’ve become sporty.

Not sporty in the “think the Jays will win the pennant?” way, and not sporty in the Pat Martel recreational soccer league way. But sporty nonetheless.

How did this happen?