(but your bicycle's been stolen.)
dear sweet holy mother of god.
brianne convinced me to ride my bike with her down to south philly yesterday so we could take her dog for a walk. four miles there and four miles back. i am so ridiculously out of shape. i got called a dumbass several times by passing drivers. we i finally got back home i felt like i wanted to die.
i love my car exponentially more now.
my butt and thighs are so sore.
murray, i love you. but i think we need to have a short-distance relationship. where i only ride you short distances. on incredibly flat or downhill terrain. that would be nice.
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