Party

As part of my 2008, "Stop Having Achilles Tendonitis" plan, I biked the 25 minute ride from where I live in Cook St. village to the campus of the University of Victoria today.
And now I feel like I am about to cough up blood.
To add insult to injury, I started getting passed by other people on the road: cars, other bikers--a woman pushing a stroller, while my spindly legs seared with fatigue.
Then I finally get to UVIC, hippie capitol of the world (as declared by me), only to find a kid with a bucket of chalk out in front of the library writing the words, "Hug a tree."
I minorly hate my life.

Happy Easter,

Boosh Clown