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Paradigm inertia

Yesterday morning, I enjoyed lounging in bed having celebrated until the wee hours in good company. If these moments of lust are becoming increasingly scarce, conservation of energy was now on the agenda.

Despite the beautiful weather, I tan my face with my computer screen. However, a tiny ray of sunshine came knocking my imagination, through my window. I felt the urge to take pencil and paper to go and write at Jarry Park. Formerly, this was my inspiration for the novel that I wanted to write when I sat near the source of greenery. I was 20 years. Today I am closer to my thirties that my twenties, and yet everything happened so quickly.

At least now I know what I want for my life and decisions taken at that time I have been beneficial. Leaving the subway, I was looking for why you wanted to break the inertia, getting out of my little comfort and be back here in a long forgotten place deep in my memory. The answer came without a word: to see!

He made so beautiful!

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Badminton four

Sunday, 8.00 am. I have lunch and I use a cup of strong coffee to start my day great. A final review of what must I bring: racquet, workout, padlocks, deodorant, water bottle, then I take my helmet to slide down the bike path at full speed toward the Cegep Ahuntsic.

8:45: I arrive on site, parking is desert, the empty bike rack. I contemplate the blue sky and breathe fresh air, full lung before going to carry my luggage inside. From the top of the third floor, there is a beautiful view of Montreal and a round-up tells me that my comrades have not yet arrived. When I go off to see if my brother finds himself well, I notice a man off, close the doors. His eyes scan the horizon, so figure emerges short and thin and dress contrasted sharply with mine: this man has long underwear, with a dark coat and a matching beret. I approach him with a quick time, but calm. I tend my hand in the air: Oscar greeted me in return. Only two other people before you start.

While my old sidekick (which I had never seen this early hour) is getting ready, I'm going a little jog around to see if my brother did not come to the wrong door, since it s Stirring the largest college of Quebec. Despite my instructions, it is slow to dawn on the horizon. By cons, on my return, a bicycle lane at high speed its owner looks at me with a smile, I open the palm of my hand she meets with her own: Angelique has just arrived. It is late and we will get Oscar to be warm. No news of brother, but at 9:30, when we decide to start the game, Benjamin walks towards us with my old CCCP jersey (we share a taste for provocation, especially when it is unnecessary). Our group is full, let's go.

few minutes pass for the heating of the participants: we warm up with practice swings, then we rotate the teams to try to balance the forces, but it is quite difficult since our level of mastery of the game varies greatly . Finally, we accept the fact that our teams will never be equal and I choose to play a bit with Oscar because our team chemistry seemed stronger. Benjamin and Angela also seemed better able to match their respective abilities. The level of play has risen for an hour and a half after collapsing under the weight of fatigue of different players. Angela and Oscar had to leave at 11:30, the time to play two singles matches with my little brother and that's only noon arrives, forcing him to return to the fold to finish his homework.

However, I noticed three Asians who were playing in a field next to ours. During a break, I asked if I could join them what they agreed. These are three very good players, a lot stronger than me. I sweated body and soul to play three games with them, but I had to face facts: these thirty minutes play me more exhausted than the other two thirty. My partner and I are inclined 2-1 in 3.

Returning home, I thought only one thing: the next game with friends that will take place during the next weekend!

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Bike Fest

I'm shivering with sweat, I raise a beatific smile proudly and my legs are bruised. In this windy day, I had the great privilege of discovering an aspect of the city that had escaped me: go to work by bike. I love the bike and I had time to do in abundance in my life, more for pleasure than necessity. By

challenge as pleasure, I'm hooked on the idea of using my two wheels as a means of travel between my work and my apartment. My dear roommate is a source of inspiration in this regard, he who carries around the island in-line skating. So I decided to draw inspiration from his example. To do this, I wanted to settle a luggage rack, I had always refused to put accessories on my horse, thinking it was an obstacle to speed. You end inexorably aging (or realize that back pain is less without a backpack)!

This is not the first time I borrowed the bike paths to work: at the beginning of my university, I worked in a factory and I went every day by bicycle. I had at that time, steel legs (for more, I had to work standing for eight hours). I've been working at the College de Bois-de-Boulogne bike, but again, it's far from the reality of downtown, with its traffic jams of cyclists. Once the age of sixteen reached, it is not a much used means of transportation in the suburbs. Exiled in town, I find that the bike stands as a reliable means of transportation.

One thing for me has been striking to see traffic jams of cyclists in the city center. When returning home, we had a collective energy that was palpable up the hill near Sherbrooke. The two-wheeled crowd collectively and blew the leg muscles of cyclists swelled so rhythmic. A beautiful experience the opportunity to live it, I can not wait to start!