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Day 30I feel exactly like my bicycle tire.

I left home this morning at 6:45 am not feeling that great. I hopped on my bicycle and started my way to the circle of strike. At Jarvis and Dundas I stopped at the red light, the first stop since leaving home, I had managed all green lights on the way… woohoo. When the light changed I started pedaling and all of a sudden my bike started to shake, like I was going to lose my wheel or something. One quick look and I saw that my back tire was now completely flat. Another quick look behind me revealed a broken bottle I had not seen…

I got off the bike, took it to the side of the building, not blocking the flow of walkers and I teared up. Yeah, I’m that tired. I’m just like this stupid tire, totally deflated… Mostly I seriously don’t know if I can even afford to repair it. it’s that bad.

This strike has really gotten to me personally now and I’m done. Not just because of a flat tire, but because I’ve just lost a full month. It’s an entire month where I haven’t been myself and I need to do something to change this. I don’t know what yet, but I’m certainly taking this afternoon to do some serious thinking…

Right after I finish folding the laundry…

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