At my pace

It's crazy, sometimes I have the impression that opportunities put themselves in my path, that life is making plans for me, without my knowing it.
 
As I study in architecture, I find it quite funny that I am not even the one who draws the contours of my future. But fundamentally, in architecture as in the rest, it is the direction one decides to take that determines what happens next.
 
The projects present themselves. Ideas manifest. We always make choices.
 
The opportunity to start Faux Mouvement at the same time as I continued my studies imposed itself on me as the running first did.
 
Out of need to move. Because the people I was going to do it with made me want to add this challenge to my life.
 
I live with Kevin, my lover who is also one of my three partners, in an apartment in Old Quebec, a few meters from theLaval University School of Architecture. Like many people, the pandemic has forced me to rethink my habits. I wanted to go outside more often. It was also the opportunity to see people. So I started running.
 
Not very quickly. Not very well. To this day, I'm not sure if I have the right stride. I go and I run 5 km. Sometimes a little more. The idea is to change the scenery quickly and to have taken the air during the day.
I benefits also to see friends. Even if they are not runners, alternating between walking and running, anyone can join me, and we seize the opportunity to talk to each other, to make this little update which is also, for me, a reset. 
 
This is where I get away from my screens and my obligations to think better, to regain my mental balance, to be able to accomplish everything that fascinates and occupies me. My studies. And now my business.
 
I run a lot to see my friends. As I said, it is also in good part because of the gang that I chose to co-found Faux Mouvement : Kevin, Guillaume and Charles, my associates. You will have the opportunity to get to know them and better understand why I wanted to work with them. But, simply put: these are people who share my desire to bring together gens around an activity, an idea of ​​taste which is that of beautiful and good things.
 
It's funny. The more my life goes screw and the more I want to run at my own pace, not too slowly nor too much quickly. I have my allure. I let myself be carried by the energy that lives in me, by the flow of my thoughts. 
The workload never seems too important to me when I punctuate it with a running session. I leave the basilica, go towards the promenade des Gouverneurs and climb towards the Plains. Suddenly, my gaze embraces the river, the immensity of the horizon that opens. The wind whips my face and my legs cushion my steps, forcing me to focus on my feelings rather than on my thoughts that I let float through me.
 
Every time I take a moment to run, every time I undertake a project, I have the impression that they are the ones who impose themselves on me, who call me. Then the plans take shape in my head. Ideas abound. Running allows me to sort it out. Because in the end, no matter how things turn out to me, it's like my looks, it's always me who chooses.