So after building the bike, I decided to ride to school with my friend this morning. I didn't get very far before I broke down in a semi-cardiac arrest. Okay, it's probably not as bad as it sounds, I'm exaggerating. Semi-cardiac arrest isn't even a thing. But my heart beat a lot faster than normal exercise levels, and I felt like I was on the verge of death. I'd always believed that I wasn't fat enough to tire after 200 meters, but I guess you don't need to be that fat to have your heart flip out on you. The thing is, I look myself in the mirror and think, "well, sexy as always," so I don't quite understand why I almost collapsed after riding for not-very-long.
Luckily my friend was there with me, and she offered to lend me her bike while she rode mine. And as it turns out, I seemed to have bought a shitty bike. Well, no surprise there, I did get the cheapest one at a random store. I unwittingly threw away my receipt; and it probably won't be the last time I do something hopelessly retarded. So now I'm thinking about selling my bike for like, 40 dollars, and getting myself a proper one so I can actually ride to school. Yes, I've just lost money, but I'll think of it as a lesson which teaches to never buy something like a bike off a shitty store, and to go to the specialists.
Also, I'm currently extremely paranoid about some kind of heart problem I may be harbouring. While my friend did also mention that the bike was difficult to ride, my reaction to a bit of exercise was way over the top. Normal people should not feel like they're dying when riding up a hill... even if they haven't done any serious exercise in months. I mean, I've run 400 meters and not felt as bad as riding a bike for 200. That can't be right...
Maybe it's God's way of telling me to get a goddamn car...
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