
Anyway, this theory was clearly demonstrated yesterday when Rob and I went for a bike ride down to the Ferry Building after work. It was all fine and dandy until we ended up on Market Street in rush hour traffic on a tandem bicycle. Luckily, the person in the back has no steering power and I was able to simply close my eyes and hold on during the most treacherous moments. At some points I was pedaling so fast that Rob had to put on the breaks to slow us down. Of course, as soon as I got home it was lights out for Emily and I could barely stand up.
Somehow I managed to get roped in to going swimming (I think I was to tired to protest) fifteen minutes later. I am such a bad swimmer that a trip to the pool almost always sends me directly into shock. When I finally made it home at 10:00, I crashed into bed with the enthusiasm of someone who hasn't slept in days. Does this happen to anyone else? Or am I just some sort of weird possum-person?
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