OK, so the whole taxi thing was getting a bit too expensive to do every day. $12 a day 5 times a week would cost me $60 a week and $240 a month. That’s a lot of cash to just throw away! It’s really bad because it’s just a 3 minute drive too. A 30 minute walk and now just under 15 minutes to bike.
How do I know it will take just under 15 minutes to bike you might be thinking? Well, that’s what I’ve been doing the past two weeks. I have to be honest when I say I think I almost died that first day!
I didn’t realize that it was mostly uphill going to work, so the MOUNTAIN I have to get over in order to get to work is bigger than what I had initially thought. So stupid me, not knowing it would take more than just 5 minutes to get to work ended up pushing himself extra hard to get to work on time.
After I got over the peak of the MOUNTAIN I got to a dirt trail that comes up behind the road my place of work is and it’s a steep 90 degree pitch, but I thought I could go in low gear and pedal up anyway. Two pedal rotations into the incline as I ascended the MOUNTAIN PEAK, forward motion stopped and I went to get off the bike and CLIMB up the MOUNTAIN the rest of the way, my foot hit the back tire as I was lifting it over to get off and I fall sideways onto the ground. I felt like a tool, and I could actually hear the world laughing at me. Especially that kid from the Simpsons, pointing at me and saying, “HAAA HAAA!”
So I brushed myself off and continued to ascend to the MOUNTAIN’S PEAK. I brushed off the shame along with the dirt. By this time I’m completely out of breath. My throat is dry and it’s hard to catch my breath from lack of oxygen (because the MOUNTAIN PEAK is high up). I walk a few more steps when I reach level ground and climb back on to my MOUNTAIN Bike and I drift as much as I can while rolling to the building I work in.
I get to the building and lock up my bike and start to walk towards the entrance. My legs feel like they want to wobble right off, I’m still panting and trying to catch my breath, and I feel like I am about to puke. Completely exhausted, I manage to make it up the two flights of stairs and stumble into the washroom to douse my head with cold water. Because at this point I’m burning up and it’s just my luck that the Air Conditioning hasn’t kicked in and the building is hot and humid.
I get to my desk and find myself constantly peeling my shirt away from my body, having to stand up to do the same with my pants as they kept sticking to my ass. I’m still trying to catch my breath and I’m all dizzy from exhaustion. I pound back some cold water and juice.
All the while, my boss is laughing and poking fun at me. There I was, practically on my death bed and he’s there laughing up a storm. LOL
I know, I’m really out of shape. I haven’t been on a bike in over 20 years, so there’s that too.
Then it came time to go back home. Somehow somebody went and switched things around while I was inside working because the frigging MOUNTAIN is now in the opposite direction and I have to bike up the damn thing all over again! Fortunately, I wasn’t in a rush to get home, so I took it a bit easier. Still, because I’m so out of shape, I nearly died again biking home.
It’s been getting progressively easier, but not a whole lot. I suspect it will as I get used to it though. Especially that seat! Are those things supposed to hurt your ass that much?