grodscorp@grods.com
So I had yesterday morning off work because I was attending a training course from 12pm to 5pm. I had a bit of a sleep in and got up at 7am feeling relaxed. Went the gym, ate a leisurely breakfast over the paper, read the intertubes a bit. Relaxed. The rain meant that I was going to have to catch a tram instead of ride my bike but this would give me a chance to listen to some music on the headphones and relax some more. At 10.30am I got a call from work and found out I had to drop in on the way to the course to pick up some paperwork, which meant I was going to be unable to make it from home to school to the city on public transport by midday so I was going to have to ride my bike.
And it had started pissing down rain a little bit harder.
So I waited for a little gap in the rain and pedaled off to school. Got there in a surprisingly dry state and picked up my package. Wanted to wait for another gap in the rain but the start time for the course was approaching and I had to set off regardless. Not very relaxed anymore by this point.
About 15 minutes into my 20 minutes ride to the venue I got a flat tire. It was pissing down rain. I was running late. I was hungry. I needed caffeine. I was completely unrelaxed.
I finally made it to the registration desk at the venue just as people were entering the conference room. The caterers were putting away the sandwiches and the coffee. I managed to beg the dude for one triangle of an egg-and-lettuce sanger and a cup of coffee. I walked into the conference room dripping wet, insufficiently caffeinated, and completely, utterly, unrelaxed.
After the course it took me an hour to walk my dead bike home. I met Craig at the pub in Brunswick and drank two pints of Guinness in about four minutes flat.
