Today my Dad made me go on a 30km bike ride.
But wait, before you say "WOAH child abuse much?!", it wasn't actually that bad. I didn't fall off the bike, hit someone while on the bike or get stung by a bee. Although, I did get something in my eye which resulted in a few seconds of haphazardous "riding" while I clawed at my eyeball. Considering I haven't been on a bike since last year sometime (when I was young and carefree) , I think I deserve a medal. But sadly the only consolation I received was a free poweraide at the end of my leisurely one hour ride. And my brother was taking the whole thing extremely seriously, in fact if I overtook him, he would immediately start riding like his life depended on it. And in one moment of sympathy, I stopped so he could have a drink of my water which was repaid by him speeding off as soon as he a drained my bottle , leaving me standing in the emergency stopping lane looking like an idiot who couldn't finished the race.
The world is a sad, sad place.
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