I'm riding to work every day this week because my schedule is slightly more open than it will be the rest of the semester (the writing consultant job doesn't start in earnest until next week). My backpack is heavier than usual because I'm schlepping a lot of classwork in addition to work clothes.
The thing is, with that honkin backpack on, this is what I look like:
Minus the smile. I'm huffing and puffing way too hard to smile like that.
I don't mind looking ridiculous because I'm way too mentally preoccupied with survival to care about anything else. However, here's a glimpse at the other riders who surround me:
I'm not kidding. Now imagine me in the middle of all that. Their sports gear, their water bottles tucked into pockets on their backs. They're all hunched over, calves pumping, gears shifting, Lamaze breathing...it's too much. I want to tell them to calm down but they whiz by me too quickly.
In other news, my second class is angelic as well! We just might survive this semester after all!
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