I wish I had a cake
My plan for this morning was to get up, ride to the city, go to yoga, ride home and then go to my physio appointment after lunch.
It was a good plan. A happy plan. A hard sort of plan, but I like that.
So I'm riding up Port rd and I'm halfway there (it's about an hour ride) and my tyre starts messing up. I had my pump with me though so I pumped it up a bit, hoping it's not punctured AGAIN, and start riding. And it's flat almost immediately again.
So I think, it's okay, I am near the train line, I can just catch the train to yoga.
Except I only have enough money for one ticket and you need to buy one for the bike as well.
So I had to walk to Woodville, get money, and by then I was late for yoga so I had to catch the train home.
:(
That is how I am feeling right now.
But a cyclist stopped for me as I was walking my bike home and asked if I was okay, which was very nice. I felt like part of the world of cyclists. Hooray.
If I had a cupcake I would be happier:
It was a good plan. A happy plan. A hard sort of plan, but I like that.
So I'm riding up Port rd and I'm halfway there (it's about an hour ride) and my tyre starts messing up. I had my pump with me though so I pumped it up a bit, hoping it's not punctured AGAIN, and start riding. And it's flat almost immediately again.
So I think, it's okay, I am near the train line, I can just catch the train to yoga.
Except I only have enough money for one ticket and you need to buy one for the bike as well.
So I had to walk to Woodville, get money, and by then I was late for yoga so I had to catch the train home.
:(
That is how I am feeling right now.
But a cyclist stopped for me as I was walking my bike home and asked if I was okay, which was very nice. I felt like part of the world of cyclists. Hooray.
If I had a cupcake I would be happier: