After yesterday, I thought today would be low key and lacking in embarassment. Ha. Got on the tram with my morning coffee and sat down then noticed something on my wrist. It was a freaken great cockroach about to crawl up the sleeve of my coat. I jumped up, cussing and flicking my hand around to get it off me. Of course it was the hand I had my coffee in – coffee went flying all over the tram! Oops.
On the way home from work, I called into the bike shop on Brunswick St to look for a basket. I really need a bell for my bike so I got a big pink one with love hearts on it. Yah! It’s my Valentine’s Day pressie to myself. Then I went for a ride on my bike but I haven’t put the bell on it yet – didn’t have time for all the mechanics. It’s awesome.
They had baskets like I wanted but for $70! Yikes, and they just buckle onto your handlebars so I’d be terrified it’d get stolen. But they also had a leopard fake fur bike seat – how tempting is that!
Then I had to race back to Fitzroy for my massage (well race, wait forever for a tram then race again). She confirmed that my calves are indeed as tight as… (I actually started that sentence in the sausage line post-run last night and got silence by the death stare of the man in front of me — dunno what he thought I was gonna say!) I have to stretch them even more and do a good warm-up pre-running plus a stretch. I’ve also been banned from wearing thongs and have to rub them with a tennis ball post-run. Damn calves.