Feast or famine
After two weeks here,I find myself at the end of my first not so good day. Thats not bad for two weeks though. Parts of my day were fantastic still, but it was a bit of a catastrophy at school. I won't bore you with the gruesome details, but let it be said that Canadians, as far as school courses, hours, and teachers have it easy!!!
Having a new school, country, language makes everything wonderful or incredible frustrating. Its an odd expirience. Just as quickly as the frustration and anxiety of the language, schedual and the unknown become too much, a funny Proffeseur de Anglais walks into your life and everything is "just smashing" again.
Just as the bus I got on, in good faith that it would bring me where I needed to go, takes a turn for the unknown, I managed to find the athletic stadium anyway and faire une excellente "footing"
Yes, after the fatigue of a day like today I could think of nothing better that I would like than to run sprints at the track. I got there with my 100 pound back pack, running bag and sweater in tow and started my first run at the athletic club that I joined. And to my surprise... I loved it (actually this doesn't suprise me at all) The two other women were at my level of running and we had one trainer for the three of us which was great.
The trainer Louis, was one of those wise, knowledgable well aged coaches that pretends to be serious but is so friendly and really just a great teddybears inside. He pushed us but not too hard.
The stadium was amazing. I wish I had pictures. It was the people that made it truly awsome. There were all kinds of kids and adults doing everything that you can imagine. Javilin, discus, high jump, long jump and there were the "morrocans" practicing also, who were pretty fast. Not bad. Not as fast as the Wednesday clinics at runners sole but.. not bad.
Anyway, it all boils down to this; during the mist of my mersiery at school today I found out my gym teacher is sick so I get to sleep until 10:00 tommorow morning.
How can I not love it here, honestly?
Having a new school, country, language makes everything wonderful or incredible frustrating. Its an odd expirience. Just as quickly as the frustration and anxiety of the language, schedual and the unknown become too much, a funny Proffeseur de Anglais walks into your life and everything is "just smashing" again.
Just as the bus I got on, in good faith that it would bring me where I needed to go, takes a turn for the unknown, I managed to find the athletic stadium anyway and faire une excellente "footing"
Yes, after the fatigue of a day like today I could think of nothing better that I would like than to run sprints at the track. I got there with my 100 pound back pack, running bag and sweater in tow and started my first run at the athletic club that I joined. And to my surprise... I loved it (actually this doesn't suprise me at all) The two other women were at my level of running and we had one trainer for the three of us which was great.
The trainer Louis, was one of those wise, knowledgable well aged coaches that pretends to be serious but is so friendly and really just a great teddybears inside. He pushed us but not too hard.
The stadium was amazing. I wish I had pictures. It was the people that made it truly awsome. There were all kinds of kids and adults doing everything that you can imagine. Javilin, discus, high jump, long jump and there were the "morrocans" practicing also, who were pretty fast. Not bad. Not as fast as the Wednesday clinics at runners sole but.. not bad.
Anyway, it all boils down to this; during the mist of my mersiery at school today I found out my gym teacher is sick so I get to sleep until 10:00 tommorow morning.
How can I not love it here, honestly?
posted by Bonnie at 10:11 PM
1 Comments:
Bonnie, good days and bad days...it sounds like home to me. I am glad to hear you are running, you need an outlet for all that cheese!
All is well here in The Loops, when you have a chance just pop over to my blog to check it out, the kids are well Paul's parents are visiting, Paul is great too.
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