I've never really been in tune with the sport.
I always hated sports ball and ball, and athletics! Still elsewhere. Do not talk to me especially football, I'm allergic!
In primary school, I remember I was running very fast in the playground, some of my friends came to follow me. I also remember having participated in several inter-school sports tournaments, where I won several times in the 100m, 3 medals (dated 1970-71, when I was 10 and 11 years) demonstrated again today.
Later, in high school, the only time I enjoyed in school gym class was when the teacher sent us running, then at least it was quiet. I also played in the evening, gym classes, but it was mostly to be with friends and girlfriends (some of which Florence ... see below), I was not really talented. Once
car license in hand, from 18 years, with many friends were hacked on cars and motorcycles. This was my period "motorsports". A hillclimb car (Renault 8 proto) to discover, a little motocross and off in pure amateur compet '(Honda 450 CR, anyway, to geeks). And above all passionate about Formula 1. First, watching TV, then as Commissioner Stand at the Royal Automobile Club of Belgium for 9 years, which allowed me to rub shoulders with big names in motorsport, with the responsibility of apotheosis in the winning car in the 24h of Le Mans in 1991 (Mazda 787B). For this little anecdote. From this period came my passion for model making. But that's another story ...
And, in retrospect, I am reminded of my time "military service" (apart from guindaille ...) these few good memories: jogging mandatory end of day Friday and 2 stair direction where I had a predisposition card reading to bring the group to the barracks (many were the "losses" at the time ...).
Marriage, job, home, kids. ... Separation ... In 20 years I've never played sports. But I've always been hyperactive, I constantly on the move. In 20 years, I only took 2 or 3 pounds!
Year 2000. The year of my 40 years. A little challenge from my neighbor (he will recognize me if he reads ...) after several Orval ( Trappist beer, for those who do not know yet. ... Without culture, go! ): "No chick come walk-trot with me tomorrow morning? "No sooner said than done (should I ever start challenging stupid and ridiculous ...), a circuit of 5.5 km, while chatting. 2 times per week. A week ... .. Several weeks. I thought it was super nice, and I especially felt the well-being that it brought me. Then, a small health problem of my dear neighbor, I find myself alone. A week ... But time passes more slowly, even me chatting to myself! The next week, remembering my "performances" (all relative ...) of my youth, I decided to make ... run! At the next exit, I held ... 500m! And I 'd never be able to recover my breath. Then I persevered, regularly adding 1 or 2 hundred yards. My well-being and only increased my appreciation! It took me six months to complete the 5.5 km fully aware (a cursed coast midterm gave me a headache) ( to the attention of people who know my area: starting from Discount complex towards the refuge of Zigomars by the small road, Chapel of the Good Place the timber back to discount the gravelled road ). Then
meeting with my friend Florence (we are!), Very sports, gym teacher (at least she persevered, she!) and his usual " So sport? "ironic, knowing me well ..." Well ... I course, "I retorted! Subjugated, " Wouaaaahhh! (yes, it was like that!) But it's great! You'll be able to come to "free style ! For what? I had no knowledge of this event, being completely new to athletics. And it explains what the CALGA , Gait Challenge Free Gaume (explanations at the beginning of my agenda ). I refused at first to make "races." Then at his insistence, I present myself to the first race of the season Allure Libre 2001 in late January, which takes place .... Practically in front of my house! Never, I had paid attention only once a year it was something in my windows!
A little embarrassed to introduce myself with my little shorts dating back to the school and emerged from the closet, old basketball and a sweet cotton advertising, I'll do this first race in almost walked, with other neighbors, and talking. Big "reprimand" of Florence. 2 weeks later, at Chatillon, I more motivated and starts ... after all, dead last, in fear. And it was only lift overruns and, ultimately in the first half (135 e / 304), which motivated me to read.
And now, the machine was started and never stopped since. 3 times a week, not a week off (ah, if, traditionally among the festive season, the early years). Not the "mechanics" did seized, no action by the "doctor-technician or mechanic-physio" to repair anything in 10 years. A "machine" well oiled (who said "the Orval "? No, but ...) and well rehearsed, gradually.
distance of 5 km in the first year, then 10 km, half marathon, marathon, several marathons, trail riding, ultra-trails, desert stage races ... The progress has continued to do year after year, based on meetings, opportunities, challenges, never take the lead, always emphasizing the fun and discovery! And little by little, by force of circumstance and necessity, equipment and training have improved and perfected.
I always hated sports ball and ball, and athletics! Still elsewhere. Do not talk to me especially football, I'm allergic!
In primary school, I remember I was running very fast in the playground, some of my friends came to follow me. I also remember having participated in several inter-school sports tournaments, where I won several times in the 100m, 3 medals (dated 1970-71, when I was 10 and 11 years) demonstrated again today. Later, in high school, the only time I enjoyed in school gym class was when the teacher sent us running, then at least it was quiet. I also played in the evening, gym classes, but it was mostly to be with friends and girlfriends (some of which Florence ... see below), I was not really talented. Once
car license in hand, from 18 years, with many friends were hacked on cars and motorcycles. This was my period "motorsports". A hillclimb car (Renault 8 proto) to discover, a little motocross and off in pure amateur compet '(Honda 450 CR, anyway, to geeks). And above all passionate about Formula 1. First, watching TV, then as Commissioner Stand at the Royal Automobile Club of Belgium for 9 years, which allowed me to rub shoulders with big names in motorsport, with the responsibility of apotheosis in the winning car in the 24h of Le Mans in 1991 (Mazda 787B). For this little anecdote. From this period came my passion for model making. But that's another story ...
And, in retrospect, I am reminded of my time "military service" (apart from guindaille ...) these few good memories: jogging mandatory end of day Friday and 2 stair direction where I had a predisposition card reading to bring the group to the barracks (many were the "losses" at the time ...).
Marriage, job, home, kids. ... Separation ... In 20 years I've never played sports. But I've always been hyperactive, I constantly on the move. In 20 years, I only took 2 or 3 pounds!
Year 2000. The year of my 40 years. A little challenge from my neighbor (he will recognize me if he reads ...) after several Orval ( Trappist beer, for those who do not know yet. ... Without culture, go! ): "No chick come walk-trot with me tomorrow morning? "No sooner said than done (should I ever start challenging stupid and ridiculous ...), a circuit of 5.5 km, while chatting. 2 times per week. A week ... .. Several weeks. I thought it was super nice, and I especially felt the well-being that it brought me. Then, a small health problem of my dear neighbor, I find myself alone. A week ... But time passes more slowly, even me chatting to myself! The next week, remembering my "performances" (all relative ...) of my youth, I decided to make ... run! At the next exit, I held ... 500m! And I 'd never be able to recover my breath. Then I persevered, regularly adding 1 or 2 hundred yards. My well-being and only increased my appreciation! It took me six months to complete the 5.5 km fully aware (a cursed coast midterm gave me a headache) ( to the attention of people who know my area: starting from Discount complex towards the refuge of Zigomars by the small road, Chapel of the Good Place the timber back to discount the gravelled road ). Then
meeting with my friend Florence (we are!), Very sports, gym teacher (at least she persevered, she!) and his usual " So sport? "ironic, knowing me well ..." Well ... I course, "I retorted! Subjugated, " Wouaaaahhh! (yes, it was like that!) But it's great! You'll be able to come to "free style ! For what? I had no knowledge of this event, being completely new to athletics. And it explains what the CALGA , Gait Challenge Free Gaume (explanations at the beginning of my agenda ). I refused at first to make "races." Then at his insistence, I present myself to the first race of the season Allure Libre 2001 in late January, which takes place .... Practically in front of my house! Never, I had paid attention only once a year it was something in my windows!
A little embarrassed to introduce myself with my little shorts dating back to the school and emerged from the closet, old basketball and a sweet cotton advertising, I'll do this first race in almost walked, with other neighbors, and talking. Big "reprimand" of Florence. 2 weeks later, at Chatillon, I more motivated and starts ... after all, dead last, in fear. And it was only lift overruns and, ultimately in the first half (135 e / 304), which motivated me to read.
And now, the machine was started and never stopped since. 3 times a week, not a week off (ah, if, traditionally among the festive season, the early years). Not the "mechanics" did seized, no action by the "doctor-technician or mechanic-physio" to repair anything in 10 years. A "machine" well oiled (who said "the Orval "? No, but ...) and well rehearsed, gradually.
distance of 5 km in the first year, then 10 km, half marathon, marathon, several marathons, trail riding, ultra-trails, desert stage races ... The progress has continued to do year after year, based on meetings, opportunities, challenges, never take the lead, always emphasizing the fun and discovery! And little by little, by force of circumstance and necessity, equipment and training have improved and perfected.
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