today i went with my friend on a bike ride... a 20 fucking mile bike ride. this exchange describes my situation...
friend: where the fuck were you all day?
me: i went on what i thought was a 13 mile bike ride and actually it was more like 20...
friend: that's not so bad!
me: if you fucking RIDE a bike!
yeah, so i'm not a bike rider and i just kicked my own ass for 2 hours and some change. beats the shit out of running.
oh yeah, and she managed to get hit on while riding a FUCKING bike... i was looking like a savage, so i don't blame dude for passing me up, but it was still creepy... he just rode by as was like "nice". *shudder*
sleepy time. happy monday!
friend: where the fuck were you all day?
me: i went on what i thought was a 13 mile bike ride and actually it was more like 20...
friend: that's not so bad!
me: if you fucking RIDE a bike!
yeah, so i'm not a bike rider and i just kicked my own ass for 2 hours and some change. beats the shit out of running.
oh yeah, and she managed to get hit on while riding a FUCKING bike... i was looking like a savage, so i don't blame dude for passing me up, but it was still creepy... he just rode by as was like "nice". *shudder*
sleepy time. happy monday!
My friends keep wanting me to go "drunken biking" with them. Basically, on a Friday or Saturday night my friends bike out on a country trail at 10pm or 11pm and bring some liquor strapped to the back of their bike. As the night goes on, they get more drunk and by the time they're halfway through the trail they can hardly keep their balance. I've been declining their offers
Have a great week!