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Wibbly wobbly, bikey wikey.

So I've been biking to work again. As I realized this week, I could have been again for a while, but was prolly just too pussy/lazy. Lame.

Meanwhile, I rediscovered my saddle-bag-like-bike-attachy-bag thing. You know those things. Yeah. Anyway, it's waterproof. And big enough to pack an entire change of clothes and then some. So basically if I suit up with a light raincoat, my bag-thing, and push off on rainy days like today, I can still get to work and burn some calories and feel good and change and be awesome.

That's pretty cool, right?

What's also nice about the bag thing is, since it's not slung over my shoulder but hooked to the side of my bike, it's not throwing off my weight as much. For realz. I've discovered I can do all the wibbly wobbly things again, like leaning into turns and directing the bike with my abs/lower body. It's really cool! It also feels so much nicer than those heavy ass bags giving me all kindsa back aches. Mhm.

Anyway, this morning is ridiculously dreary and boring so I think imma try to figure out why I'm still so tired. Aka, nap. XD
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