you know these days?
got up late. meant to get out at 8am but woke up at 8, thus throwing everything off by an hour. why does it take me a whole hour and sometimes longer to get out the door? today was even worse.
sat down to have a look at my emails and was inundated, some stuff i just had to do immediately. this led to replies. and more stuff. and more stuff.
and – you get the picture.
then i realised i had a flat. i tried to fix the flat, had a nitemare getting the tire back on. tightest tires in the WORLD. snapped my last remaining tire lever in the process, used a spoon as it was all i could find, then finally got to pumping.
my floor pump decided it just wasn’t gonna work with the new valve. great. so i used my hand pump.
‘it’s going up…. no, it isn’t… is it? f******ck!’
sweaty. angry. despondent.
flat tire. pinched the tube with the spoon. no more levers. bike shop thirty minutes walk away. roasting hot outside. laid out on bed depressed. decided not to ride. writing here instead.
runners? all they need is shoes.
kickabout with a ball? just need a ball.
cycling? an avalanche of crap is required.
top all this off with the fact that i have had a bad back for the past 2 weeks and ridden a whole THREE hours in that time, in much pain, add in a typhoon or two, and a short-term move to Hong Kong for three months, AND a 4 stage bike race commencing in the Philippines on Friday that i am in zero shape for, and yes…
sometimes, it is true, i hate cycling.