I walk toward the front window in my house and sigh as I see my mother's car engine fumes rise up like a great dragon's steamy breath cutting through the cold October day.  With grim acceptance, I slowly put on my blue Patagonia jacket and head out into the dreary soon to be winter future. A bitter taste resides in my mouth as I foresee the next six months of depressing Calgary season schedule.  I shall wake up without the joy of a sun but a foreboding moon in my face as I briskly get ready for the long bus ride to school. After my brain has been bombarded with questions, answers, facts and names I take my slow bus ride home, only to have to rush into my house and get ready for training.  I have about five minutes to get completely prepared or traffic on Crowchild Trail shall soon reach such a peak that it matters not the path we take. I am late for training.  I charge through the University of Calgary to where my training begins, construct my computrainer  as my coach gives me glare and begin with the next two hours of grueling pedaling, through it I'm yearning to take my bike outside and glide down hills and sweat up them.  I snap back to reality to realize the bus ride is almost over and,as I gaze at the car ahead I slip my hands into my pockets of my coat in a desperate attempt to fight away the cold. A strange sensation surprises me as I feel the smooth surface of paper and as I take it from my pocket I realize it's a ten dollar bill.  A smile hooks the corner of my mouth as i piece together what my friend Alex and I shall feast on with this treasure at Safeway later that evening.  Suddenly the future doesn't seem so bad and as the sun finally climbs through the sky I finally start to feel warm.