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Biking

I went biking today.
Yep. Decided that it was too long ago that I did it -I used to go every week twice to keep in shape, that must have been 4 years ago now...-
So off I went. Decided that I would go to Grammont, to visit my grandparents -it is about 15 km, but only UP-
After this crazy idea, senses came to me and I would go closer, to my father.

It is funny when we come to think about it, seldom, we, Westerners, go somewhere withour a reason. We make plans, head towards something. We don't seem to wander around -and the times I do, I get crazy of walking slow...-
In Saoudi Westerners are teached to dress up, but more, to act as if they don't want to go anywhere, because, according to locals, even disguised Westerners can be recognized, only by their way of walking.

Anyhow, off I went. After 20 min and in the next village, I realized my condition wasn't as it was supposed to be.
A break was urgently needed. Shit no money... So no drinks
A phonecall to my father also revealed that he wasn't at home.

I had to get another 'goal'.
And then, I guess, it must have been the sun that hit me, or something else, anyhow, I decided to go to the 'Bosberg' a hill climbed in the 'Tour de Flandres' and known for its steep climbing.
I wanted to get there and get back.
And yes, I took the other way around, but forgot that also the other way around is getting up hill...
Aiaiai.

The funny thing was, I was dead already on half of the climb, but the stubborn thing inside my head just doesn't want to stop. I have to do it.
It is all or nothing, and today it would be all.

It has been like that always: all or nothing.

Hours later, after being lost -don't ask me- and getting red like a tomato, I am home.

I guess tomorrow I won't feel my butt...

Posted on August 2, 2004
in Living in Belgium

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