When I woke up last Sunday morning I knew I was going to have a challenging day.
It was Pride Parade Day in Toronto, and as I prepared to head downtown with a small group of friends, at times I wondered whether I was going to survive.
For starters, weather forecasters were predicting that the temperature along the parade route was going to hover around the 34 to 35 degree mark. Which since the parade usually goes on for at least four hours, sounded to someone like me like a potentially fatal combination.
And then if that wasn't bad enough, like many of the others planning to go to the parade, I had to consider that I could be hurt or even killed.