I Think I Just Threw Up In My Own Mouth

I was bored, had a few work-related things to do, and, as you most likely know by now, still don’t have a car. So my trusty Giant and I decided to head to the office. 4 miles. It’s only 4 miles. Granted, a rambunctiously rolling hills variety of mileage, but still… only 4. 

And so, as I sit here at my desk, comsuming large quantities of water while dodging that annoying post-out-of-shape-ride cough, I mourn the loss of my childhood… when I wasn’t a complete and total wuss.