On our Tuesday off we decided we would make like the French and go for a bike ride through the sunflower fields.
We’d have the wind in our hair and and a baguette in our baskets.
A soundtrack of French music would be playing softly in the background.
French boys would wave from their balconies and throw us roses.
A girl can dream ok.
Suffice to say, it didn’t quite happen that way.
The first problem being my bike was far too big; the second that we had abso-fucking-lutely no idea where we were going.
Being 5’1″ it’s not always easy finding bikes that fit me comfortably.
This one happened to be at least two whole sizes too big.
I had to jump to get on it, and fall off to get off it. I was doubled over forwards trying to reach the handlebars and the bike seat was wedged WAY too far where the sun don’t shine.
Despite this I tried to suck it up and make do.
I have never been more uncomfortable in my whole life.
This combined with my sorely lacking fitness levels meant I came off feeling like I’d been put through a spin cycle.
And we had a very pronounced case of “the bit”
Oh yes the dreaded “bit”.
Where that very bony part of your undercarriage meets the bike seat…
…and hurts like a MOTHERFUCKER.
I was walking sideways for three days.
And not in a good way…if you know what I mean.
Not only was I performing some kind of advanced yoga move on top of a two wheeled death trap but MY GOD it was hotter than summer in July.
Well it was summer in July….but….you know.
It was fucking hot!
If you happened to be in a remote area in the south of France on Tuesday and saw a small blonde girl horizontal on a blue bike and absolutely drenched with sweat.
That would be me.
I really hoping google maps wasn’t taking pictures that day.
And you think after all this effort we reached our destination?
Having been given no less than THREE sets of different directions we ended up even more in the middle of fucking nowhere when we started.
Who’s idea was this again?
Rachel I’m looking at you.
*Lies down in the recovery position*.