The room is dark and poorly-ventilated. The only oxygen comes through a sliver of open window which faces a cluttered street. Before you is a stack of papers, each which requires ample time and energy. Suddenly you are overcome by an urge to try and fit yourself through the window, but you remember you ate 4 doughnuts at your last break. You sigh. At that moment anything would be more appealing than sitting in a high-backed swivel chair. A bike, which before that day would only have brought a grimace to your face, glistens appealingly. Wouldn't a bike ride just be nice? You work too hard anyways, and everyone needs some rest, right? You attempt to justify your reasons for not focusing on the task at hand, but soon become bored of the game and just conclude that you are lazy. So you eat another doughnut and head out the door. The bike, a mountain bike, to be exact, sits primly on the sidewalk outside. Not too flashy, but none too shabby, it screams out "RIDE ME". Of course, it doesn't really say that....does it? You would look pretty smart on that bike ,wouldn't you? So, you climb on, and everything seems alright. You can do this, right? Testing out the pedals, and re arranging your posterior, you push off the ground. But things never go as planned. Before you are to the end of the curb, you fall off your bike, gasping for air. There must have been some sort of a hill! Damn that sneaky hill! You bike for another 20 km, and then decide to join a marathon just for the fun of it. After that-
WHOAH. You shake your head, and look back at the papers. That was a good doughnut. Rearranging your posterior, you test out the keyboard, and sign in to Facebook. Damn that inspiration! Nearly left house today. That was a close call.
