Sometimes in life, you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone. Some other times, you don’t know what you got until it’s gone, it comes back and you realized what was so special about it in the first place.
For years, I had lots to say. In the pages of the West Island Chronicle and the Suburban, I had nothing but miles and miles of newsprint to speak my mind and the opportunity to do so. Then, after years of writing and loving it, I suddenly fell out of love with it. Maybe it had to do with my shift in careers to personal trainer and fitness instructor, but even then I knew that despite having the opportunity, I lacked the motive. Then, recently, I realized I had shit to say again, and I needed an avenue to do so. It’s a great delight to invite you all along on this ride called the Marc Lalonde Experience.
Don’t laugh. Seriously. Please.
It’s the intersection of contemporary parenting and family life, fitness and training, football, community, sports, politics, music, movies and whatever I have a thought on at any one time. And I have many thoughts, about many things. Feel free to reach out if you feel like something deserves my attention and my scathing rapier wit.
OK, seriously. Can you please stop laughing?
I put the site up live the other day and I put up come posts. Feel free to share them on your social media. I appreciate your words of support. Save your mockery for when my back is turned and my headphones are in.
Later tonight I’ve got a post going up about the inexorable and incredibly-fast decline of one of my favourite publications, but not a dead-tree print one. A real, live digital site that just went splat in very real, very agonizing time recently.
For now, some of this stuff will have to do. Feel free to argue with me over why my son shouldn’t play football, or why it’s not a good idea to work out a second time in a day just for fun or to blow off stress.
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