i never want to ride a fucking bike again

i was supposed to see a house a few towns over today. i thought i might catch a ride with d since i remembered she got home from work early. it got later and later and for some reason, instead of taking the tram like a normal person, i decided it would be a good idea to jump on the bike and cycle over there. 3.5 kms away, 8 minutes by car. i thought it would be an easy 20m ride. fuck. that. i actually have no idea how long it took me to get there, but it was a lot farther than i thought it was, and this is on a bike from kmart. i'm a sweaty shaking mess by the time i get there and have dodged death about 5 times. it got to be too late to ride back, the sun was going down and i was wearing dark clothes. the guy gave me a ride back despite my reluctance and ny-bred suspicion. thank god for nice people. CLEARLY i am still jetlagged. i never would have considered doing this in a normal state.