A case of the Mondays

“It takes me four working days to recuperate from my weekends”, I said to a friend who was contemplating her newly reached level of exhaustion after a weekend paddling and portaging up north (note: Montrealers call “up north” anything above St-Jerome, Quebec, a mere 70Km away from the city). Joke aside, three weekends ago, I…

Catching air

I braved the horrible traffic on Champlain bridge. I repressed the envy to drive furiously passed the annoying commuters going back home after a hot, stuffy day in the office. I was trying to be on time to my weekly outing with a bunch of ladies who ride. Every Thursdays, a bunch of women gather up in Bromont…