Okay kids, so I had my bike at work today and I though it would be a good idea to ride it home. Of course, once I finished my shift, the sky opened up like God was letting his sink drain and I dabbled in the idea of ditching my bike and taking a cab home.

And then I thought no Anita, you’re a strong woman, a little rain can’t hurt you!

So I secured my bag (filled with my iphone and other easily-water-destroyed objects), let my balls drop and pushed myself out into the storm.

I was immediately hit by what felt as if someone threw a bucket of water in my face, and regretted my decision. But there was no turning back now. I peddled furiously through the monsoon, with each breath bringing in a mouthful of water, I knew it was only a matter of time before I would feel the sweet warmth of a towel - and a dry pair of underwear.

Since the rain was so heavy, I had to squint to see the road in front of me. I ended up using just one eye for some reason because my left one kept burning from city rainwater. I had a permentant squint-face.




So while I’m biking down the wet, puddle filled street, I hear loud booms of thunder and flashes of lightening. I realized then that I’m covered in water and riding a metal bicycle. shift gears anita SHIFT GEARS

As the sky raged above me, my fear continued to fuel my legs and drive my bike through the town. I continued to ask myself,  is it more dangerous to be in an open field or be underneath tall tress during a lightening storm?

(Also it takes me around 20 mins to bike from work to my apartment.)

I managed to take a break by a bridge with a roof and rung out my clothes so I wasn’t carrying 10lbs of water with me (now THAT’S a lot of WATER WEIGHT! HARHARHAR). During that time I checked on my water-wreckable belongings and grabbed my keys.  Then I made it safely to my building.

Drenched. Squinty-faced. Covered in mud. But alive. Alive I tell you!


(Imagine this on a bike.)

Well, barely, alive.

Note to self: always take cabs during lightening storms.