Training Log: Ketch↑
In the last 7 days:
|activity|| # ||time||miles||km||+m|
| ||Biking||1|| 32:37|| 6.2||(5:16)|| 9.98||(3:16)|
| ||Total||1|| 32:37|| 6.2||(5:16)|| 9.98||(3:16)|
Biking 32:37  6.2 mi (5:16 / mi)
Howdy-Doodee runners, boy do I utterly despise Monday's (or at least this one...). To start biking in the rain isn't much fun, especially in New Jersey where every other driver speeds on small streets and doesn't look both ways on intersections. This with the dang weather just made the trip to school a whole lot more stressful and miserable than usual.
Classes on Monday's aren't much better either since I do have a 3 hour lab on this day for physics. What do we do in there? Just the most mundane and boring activity accompanied by a myriad of nonsensical questions. Like the questions were either extremely vague or just carbon copies of previous questions, but had to be worded differently. This of course ended with the best write up of "what did you learn in this lab?". So doing that for 3 hours basically drained any mental energy I had, and of course the class immediately after that is a recitation. Since this class ends at 8pm, literally not one person gives a whoot in the class and anytime the TA asks a question no one answers. Now most TA's realize that college students are just basically walking potatoes and work around this, but not this guy! He decides that since no one knows the answer he must explain and re-explain each step of the problem until someone finally asks him to move on. At the end of the class we have a quiz and at this point I'm kinda checked out so I actually had to keep going over the quiz to make sure I didn't do any dumbass mistakes.
Great! Now all I have to look forward to is dinner at home, of course after another 30+ min of riding a bike in the rain, in NJ, and now in the dark, which of course amplifies the me getting hit or nearly hit by at this point I could only describe as drunk drivers. But oh no. When I get back to my bike I notice that the back tire is deflated. How? Well it turns out some complete turd parked his bike so close to mine that one part of it was bending the nozzle in which air goes into the bike. In fact he bent it far enough that the nozzle tore and made a small hole! Thankfully (and I actually mean this) my friend could give me a ride home after a club meeting. Ok so when does this meeting end? Well... it's supposed to end at 10:30 pm. So at this point I get some dinner on campus and sit around doing hw. Rolls in 10:30, and then 11:00, and then 11:30... Only around this time do I get a message about how the meeting went a little late and he was free now (again I don't actually want to complain too much about this cause I'm glad I could even get a ride without walking or paying; however, at the time I am exceedingly sleep deprived and just overall depressed). Freaking finally I get home around 12 something.
So yea...just the overall mood of the day was not great, def a rate of (angry-otter/10)
Woke up with a bruised and very sore arm. Also I had some work pile up on me this weekend so spent the day doing that!
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