Now, before the cycling thing was Chinese lesson, where the teacher made me feel like an abysml failure, as usual. So, on the cycling. Well, actually I don't really feel like typing this blog post at all. The cycling part, which was supposed to be the highlight, has been outstripped by overpowering feelings of resentment and whatnot due to PW. I should have typed the cycling part earlier on in the day, but I was too tired. Once I saw a bed (not even my own, I slept in my sister's bed!) I just conked out from about 9am to 3.45pm. I feel like going back to sleep now, avoiding PW, avoiding the massive amount of work to be done, but which will still be equally large when I finally wake up again...
For matters on PW: I have confirmed that I would be going for the Carebears CIP outing this Friday a long time ago. Got stuff settled, prepared to go already, been assigned roles. Then today, my PW group wants to meet up for PW, and I cannot go after the outing ends at 4pm because another member has to leave for training. I want to hurl expletives at someone, something now... If i go for the outing, i'll be missing out on PW; if i go for PW, i'll be letting down my fellow tutors (RJ peeps) and 'tutees' (the kids we're tutoring). And cause more trouble for the organisers who will either have to take on my role or find a replacement- either way, a huge hassle. I'm imagining a blissful world where i can compromise and go for both, but that's probably not going to happen. Forget it. This is depressing me. Damn dilemmas to hell.
<Update: managed to find a compromise. Yay!>
Okay, back to cycling. In brief.
After dinner, a little bit of camwhoring, and trying to find our way to the meeting place, my little group of three (SL, CTs and me) finally saw the rest of the group (7 people, all from the same class. Meaning, my class.). I was, and still am envious of the bike a classmate brought. Even thought it was old, it's still a really good bike. Didn't get to ride it though, she said i offended her. I don't know when I did that. Oh well, women...
After setting off, my clique lagged behind to talk, as well as let CTs, who is a poorer cyclist to keep up. In retrospect, the entire journey was actually really fun, apart from the no-free-hands-co-of-safety-rules thing and the irritating helmet and the buttsores and the tiredness (body clocks tend to reset when people don't sleep for an entire night but only crash on the bed in the morning). And that CTs had very bad luck. Firstly, his bicycle sucked. Even though all the bikes were of homogeneous poor standard, his didn't have reflectors on the spokes of the wheel, the tire thread was worn out (massive skidding, especially for those who can't cycle well ><), and the gears kept jumping- something I experienced after swapping bicycles with him because he was complaining about the gear, and only realised it after they acted up. Thankfully, they were alright most of the time. The chain simply went from one gear to another even though i didn't change the gear, like a fickle-minded person. I think I know why CTs skidded more than he ought to, and crashed into more fences and walls and whatnot than he should have on a better bike.
Somewhere along the road, CTs became more and more emo. Firstly his ankle strained because someone crashed into him; then, both his legs cramped. From the feet to the calves to thighs... I could see them tensing as i finally caught sight of him on the emergency vehicle (a lorry). It looked really painful. Having experienced cramps in all three parts (not all at the same time, though) I can empathise with him. In fact, I kept cramping too. My thigh muscles cramped several times along the 50km route, and I had to get off the bicycle and squat down for a few seconds to alleviate it. The intermittent cramping was also irritating, but thankfully I could still finish the entire stretch of route.
I think I now understand why people say that exercise gives you endorphins, because I was awake the whole journey, and felt ready to jog 2.4km after the whole thing ended back at East Coast park, right where we started from. I didn't manage to see the sunrise, though. SL was so tired that she managed to ignore her nasi lemak breakfast and hugged her bag and went to sleep. CTs became depressed and apparently didn't sleep after his cramping experience- all the way till now, even... I think cramping both legs simultaneously is a traumatising experience. Here's to him cheering up soon!
For matters on PW: I have confirmed that I would be going for the Carebears CIP outing this Friday a long time ago. Got stuff settled, prepared to go already, been assigned roles. Then today, my PW group wants to meet up for PW, and I cannot go after the outing ends at 4pm because another member has to leave for training. I want to hurl expletives at someone, something now... If i go for the outing, i'll be missing out on PW; if i go for PW, i'll be letting down my fellow tutors (RJ peeps) and 'tutees' (the kids we're tutoring). And cause more trouble for the organisers who will either have to take on my role or find a replacement- either way, a huge hassle. I'm imagining a blissful world where i can compromise and go for both, but that's probably not going to happen. Forget it. This is depressing me. Damn dilemmas to hell.
<Update: managed to find a compromise. Yay!>
Okay, back to cycling. In brief.
After dinner, a little bit of camwhoring, and trying to find our way to the meeting place, my little group of three (SL, CTs and me) finally saw the rest of the group (7 people, all from the same class. Meaning, my class.). I was, and still am envious of the bike a classmate brought. Even thought it was old, it's still a really good bike. Didn't get to ride it though, she said i offended her. I don't know when I did that. Oh well, women...
After setting off, my clique lagged behind to talk, as well as let CTs, who is a poorer cyclist to keep up. In retrospect, the entire journey was actually really fun, apart from the no-free-hands-co-of-safety-rules thing and the irritating helmet and the buttsores and the tiredness (body clocks tend to reset when people don't sleep for an entire night but only crash on the bed in the morning). And that CTs had very bad luck. Firstly, his bicycle sucked. Even though all the bikes were of homogeneous poor standard, his didn't have reflectors on the spokes of the wheel, the tire thread was worn out (massive skidding, especially for those who can't cycle well ><), and the gears kept jumping- something I experienced after swapping bicycles with him because he was complaining about the gear, and only realised it after they acted up. Thankfully, they were alright most of the time. The chain simply went from one gear to another even though i didn't change the gear, like a fickle-minded person. I think I know why CTs skidded more than he ought to, and crashed into more fences and walls and whatnot than he should have on a better bike.
Somewhere along the road, CTs became more and more emo. Firstly his ankle strained because someone crashed into him; then, both his legs cramped. From the feet to the calves to thighs... I could see them tensing as i finally caught sight of him on the emergency vehicle (a lorry). It looked really painful. Having experienced cramps in all three parts (not all at the same time, though) I can empathise with him. In fact, I kept cramping too. My thigh muscles cramped several times along the 50km route, and I had to get off the bicycle and squat down for a few seconds to alleviate it. The intermittent cramping was also irritating, but thankfully I could still finish the entire stretch of route.
I think I now understand why people say that exercise gives you endorphins, because I was awake the whole journey, and felt ready to jog 2.4km after the whole thing ended back at East Coast park, right where we started from. I didn't manage to see the sunrise, though. SL was so tired that she managed to ignore her nasi lemak breakfast and hugged her bag and went to sleep. CTs became depressed and apparently didn't sleep after his cramping experience- all the way till now, even... I think cramping both legs simultaneously is a traumatising experience. Here's to him cheering up soon!
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