Ouch. That is all I have to say about the current state of my backside. Yet again another cultural difference. The bicycle. The Germans use it almost everyday. Each person’s bike is practically a member of the family. They take it to school, the park, church… They use their bikes so much that they forget that Canadians can’t really bike everywhere. And because they forget that our bikes are like ATVs/toys, they don’t think about us not being in shape for the 7 km ride to school. Yep, it’s so long I couldn’t lie about the distance if I tried. Plus, actually going into the main part of the city is another 2 or 3. So yesterday, being the first time I needed to go to school when the family couldn’t drop me off, I got up at 6.30. Then I left at 7.15 to cycle my lazy butt to school. Followed by a trip into the city and back, and then I went to the main part of the town I actually live in (Bad Bodendorf is a suburb of Sinzig) which was another 3 km away. This again was followed by the trip home (with a stop at a really weird tasting spring).
Let’s do the math, eh? 6+6+2+2+3+3= 22 km. I didn’t even realize how far my host brother and I had gone until I got off the bike and couldn’t feel anything below my waist. That is, until I tried to sit down at supper. Then I felt it. Now I need to do it all over again today, because I couldn’t fill out the paperwork I needed while I was in Sinzig. Gack.
Just wait people. I am going to be so buff when I get back that the Governator will bow down to my quads. Hoo yeah.
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