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i think it's some unwritten prophecy (self-fulfilling or not i don't know), that when pat is put on her bike, something horrendous will happen to both pat and the bike.
take the concrete example of me falling off my bike three weekends in a row. each time, the impact of the fall would scratch the lovely (used to be completely scratchless) frame, as well as deform the handlebars. three times. hur. well ofcourse i got hurt as well. plasters appearing the next day in school, followed by comments from a certain person that i should stop collecting them. the last time i went to the bike shop, the repair guy told me that i really should stop falling off my bike! cos i was spoiling it. that's what i call real concern about my welfare.
i thought all of that had stopped when i went to portdickson, and came back proudly - plasterless. maybe i ride better when i'm running a fever?
well today, you wouldn't have been able to guess what misfortune i ran biked into. i was happily biking away, probably three quarts through the workout, low and behold! i feel a slightly warm splat! on my index finger (which was placed on the brakes). it did cross my mind that it was like rainwater or something, then i realised- uh, it's sunny . so i took a brave glance down at my finger. definately holey shit! my finger had been mistaken for a toiletbowl! gosh. yellow shit all over my fingers! not to mention my brakes! AHHH. terror. and even though clarissa kindly volunteered to squirt water on it, attempting to wash it off, the thing just stayed there -.-" all yellow and sticky. so for the next 10mins or so, i was biking with shit all over my hand and brakes. (thank goodness i was wearing gloves) so gross i tell you. geez, it takes lots of precision to aim it right on my fingers doesn't it?
ahha and then there was this gross iguana or something, that had been run over by a vehicle. the raw meat was splattered all around, flies hovering around their meal for the month or something. so gross. the pungent smell punctured our lungs whenever we rode by. though i think i was more affected, cos i was riding so slowly so probably got more of it into my lungs.
i am the most lousy biker ever (: today, i got to experience drafting for a while. only a short while. omg, after i turned, i couldn't pick up the speed and then i lost the pack. then right, jiaolian said turn back earlier, try to catch up. so terry helped me, and we turned back trying to catch them at least four times?! all futile attempts ofcourse. hai. everytime, i'd be there, waiting for them to come up. then a split second later, they'd be gone. aghhh. was so scared of the traffic also. didn't even dare to put my hands on the dropbars till i was travelling at snail's pace. ahh why am i so slowwww. boohoo.
jiaolian also seems to be oblivious to the fact that i am injured. sigh. even after like two weeks of strictly non-running training, which ofcourse i had to get his permission for. he still expects the same of me as when i wasn't injured. dunno if that's good or not. but like, on friday when it was too painful to cont the 800s, he asked me to go run slowly. which hurt alot of course. blahh. okay and i'm supp to go tell guo jiaolian next time. so scary. decided that i'll prob tell him on weds, cos that's a run session. i'm quite thankful that guojiaolian still gives me tips and encourages me even though i'm the slowest one. ahah.
stupid injured muscles. aghhhh. i want to run!!!!!!!! -pouts. what i'm doing during training nowadays is more like jogging/walking. and then stopping. lol.
okay time to start chionging work. go me.