I rode almost 8 kilometers to office yesterday only to realize I'd forgotten my wallet at home. I rode back home and then back to office. I didn't have time for a shower and, given that I was still recovering from a boring (but strangely tiring) weekend, this meant that I was feeling hungover whole day. The fact that I was punching files didn't help.
I left office at six and considered taking the train back. Checked my wallet and found that I didn't have enough money. Settled for a relaxing ride back home. I ambled along until I reached the steepest section of my daily ride. I shifted to lowest gear and was just going through the motions, i.e. huffing and puffing, when this guy rides by me with incredible ease and speed. That was the last straw: I upped gears and gave chase. I never caught him but that mile changed my day. My head cleared and I was suddenly I was singing. Even the taxis drivers abusing me couldn't put me off. I had ridden up steep ass Luasanne Road in 3 minutes and that was that.
Endorphins I think they call it.
4 comments:
Mania is the word. Endorphins is just a scientific euphemism.
The scientific I am!
pshhh... i think you were just chasing bikes ..
@qc- I was and it made me feel a whole lot better!
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