Burning Rubber
At around midday today I was sitting in my lounge room enter random information into my laptop when I heard a voice scream out, 'Kelly, get your butt out here.' The voice came from out the front; not knowing whom it was I walked outside in my monkey pajamas1. It was Chantelle, an old acquaintance of mine, when she lived near me we were never really close, in fact we used to spend quite a lot of time insulting each other, but time has no doubt matured us both and on her visit back to the neighbourhood we've conversed quite a bit. She was on a pushbike and found it quite amusing that I was still in my pj's at midday. She asked me to accompany her on a bike ride, I agreed, got dressed and secured myself a bike. I know I am not a fit person, but never did it occur to me just how unfit I actually am. The bike was not my own, so the size of it did not suit me and the seat was very uncomfortable2. It was great to be back on a bike, the wind in my face, the feel of the fresh air blowing through my hair, it took me back to my youth before the weight of the world had crushed my spirit. After about twenty minutes my legs were in so much agony I wanted nothing more but to lie down and die. T'would not have been so bad if it were of flat terrain, but the area I reside in is quite hilly. At the hour mark my heart was pounding so hard I felt sure it would burst and my unfit corpse would be left on the road to rot. My breath was gone and my cynical view on life had returned. The ride lasted for about two hours and by the end of it I was certainly sore from it. I curse myself for the day I started smoking and wish I had the inclination and the will to quit it, but it didn't stop me igniting a smoke at the end of the journey.3

1. Hey, don't knock my pj's, my mummy bought them for me.
2. My bike took a trip under a car ten years ago and I never replaced it.
3. Even a day later my backside still hurts, next time I'll walk.