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I was running late for a meeting with my lighting designer this afternoon, so I borrowed housemate Biz's bike to get from our house to the theater (the total opposite side of campus). Thanks to the bike, I was five minutes early -- but there are some wicked bumpy sidewalks on this campus, let me tell you.
The g#$(@* bike gave me saddle sores.
I stopped riding horses my freshman year of high school, and thought I was finished with that pain forever -- even though I'm still haunted by memories of No-Stirrups January. This semester, I'm reliving it all: Suzuki training provides the aching quads and calves, and now the bike is filling in the rest. I can't walk up stairs, and I can't sit down comfortably.
Tomorrow night will be the longest 50-minute show of my life.
UPDATE Friday morning: Suzuki (and sitting statues) went better than expected, and I no longer anticipate major discomfort tonight. That said, Valley folk should come check out the show tonight at Rooke Theater: The Geisha Next Door, 8 pm. $3 at the door.
The g#$(@* bike gave me saddle sores.
I stopped riding horses my freshman year of high school, and thought I was finished with that pain forever -- even though I'm still haunted by memories of No-Stirrups January. This semester, I'm reliving it all: Suzuki training provides the aching quads and calves, and now the bike is filling in the rest. I can't walk up stairs, and I can't sit down comfortably.
Tomorrow night will be the longest 50-minute show of my life.
UPDATE Friday morning: Suzuki (and sitting statues) went better than expected, and I no longer anticipate major discomfort tonight. That said, Valley folk should come check out the show tonight at Rooke Theater: The Geisha Next Door, 8 pm. $3 at the door.
