السبت، 27 مايو، 2017

تعبير عن اسوأ يوم في حياتي بالانجليزي

تعبير عن اسوأ يوم في حياتي بالانجليزي
تعبير انقلش اسوء اجازة
ذكرى سيئة في الحياة
اسوء يوم في حياتكم
تعبير عن اسوأ يوم في حياتي بالانجليزي
تعبير عن يوم سيء بالانجليزي
موضوع انجليزي عن اجمل يوم في حياتي
قصه عن يوم سيئ بالانجليزي
تعبير عن موقف سيء بالانجليزي
انشاء عن bad day
انشاء انكليزي عن يوم سيء
تعبير بالانجليزي عن موقف سعيد
يوم سيء في حياتك
The worst day of my life (or almost)

It was a beautiful Sunday in September, last fall. A nice day, not too hot or too cold, ideal conditions for a two hundred kilometers cycling tour. Nothing unusual, but the week before was quite intense: far more wind turbines than usual climbed to work. (There must be a beautiful view from up there, as Obelix would say.) In fact, before the hike, I had accumulated a tangible underlying tiredness ...
Everything was fine, I was traveling through the Quebec countryside, the lower Appalachians, from Princeville to Asbestos, on their way back through Weedon and Disraeli. A beautiful corner of country, if you want my opinion: between lakes, hills, forests, fields, the variety of landscapes almost reminiscent of Europe, and it is appreciable. And nice for cycling, with that: good ribs, not too-too many potholes. In short, I had fun.

Until a slight pain at the top of my left calf manifested itself, after a hundred kilometers. "It's nothing," I said, thinking that the embarrassment would soon fade.
Why not! It was there to last, and to grow. The return to the house was more than painful, the last thirty kilometers being downright painful, even a real torture. I have several times regretted that I have not swallowed up my pride, which has urged me to return by my own means. It would have been so much wiser to stop pedaling and hitching! But no, head in the handlebar, I'm not a coward, I'm stubborn ... and even a little too much.
Race results: carabine tendinitis, a displacement of the fibula's head, perhaps resulting from the poor healing of the first. Who knows? In short, the misery, which made me inactive for four months.

Hence the moral of this story: one must listen to his body! Do not veil your face and do not ignore the small pets crooked, otherwise it can come to fruition by a disaster. You have to know to stop when you feel that something is not going round, not to cover your face and apply a minimum of precautionary principle.

Next time I will tell you how enjoyable it was to take the road after this misfortune, it will be nicer!

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