Thoughts on Friday, April 30th

It was a lovely, sunny, warm and breezy evening - perfect conditions for an outside training ride (or so Dana and I thought)! After arriving back at the condo, we enjoyed a tasty dinner of BBQ pork skewers and rice. Giving Wallace plenty of departing love, we set forth to embark on what we could only foresee to be an evening of cycling success!

Wrong.

My troubles began early in the afternoon, when I decided to reorganize and redecorate my room. Armed with potent spray adhesive, clear finishing gloss, plastic containers, tissue paper and a map of paris, I set forth to spruce up my room, unaware of just how much this simple decision would affect the rest of my day.

Arriving back at the condo, I was coated in spray adhesive. It was all over my hands. Whatevs, no big deal. This happened to me before...a couple of days (weeks) and the stuff would eventually work its way off and I would stop sticking to everything I touched (and note, I truly mean everything! Bathroom + sticky hands = oh gosh).

Anyways, we decided that we would forego clipping into the pedals, namely because we were both terrified. Yes, I fell off my bike last time, har, har, har. I was doing so well until Dana said "ride around!" and I took that to mean "make a sharp turn immediately" instead of "ride around the block". Turns out (tee hee) there was a curb right in front of me so I opted to hurl myself to the ground instead of hitting it. Oh well.

This time we set off to the park. Cue obstacles: parents with strollers, loose children, and dogs playing in the centre of the trails. Ultimately, we decided to turn around because of the clouds of flying insects that a) made it impossible to see and b) kept flying into our noses and mouths. It was disgusting.

Also disgusting? My face evidently. At one point I asked Dana to pull over to check out my bike gears. It was only then that she notified me that I had BBQ sauce all over my face and that I had adhesive on my nose. Needless to say that we had to turn back IMMEDIATELY when I realized the potential for flying insects to adhere to my nose.

Getting back to the condo after a measly 25 minutes of biking, we told mom about our adventures with obstacles and adhesive. Though nothing could be done about our encounters with obstacles, mom suggested Goo Gone to remove the adhesive off of my hands and face. Mom knows best!

Twisting the cap off of the bottle I heard a snap. Goo Gone was pouring out of the bottle through a crack! Wallace was in the room! Nothing was on the floor, but still, I am a drama queen...

"HELP! EMERGENCY! HELP! HELP!"

"What?"

"COME HERE!"

Fast-forward to Mom squeezing Goo Gone at a rate of 1 mL/second into a new bottle, getting frustrated and cutting open the bottle with scissors, and me rapidly exhaling, trying to avoid breathing in the toxic fumes of Goo Gone while applying it to my nose.

Adventurous day? I sure think so.