Tady je Manasovo

Regular Tuesday, sun outside, pretty warm weather, I’m gazing out from time to time thinking about what to do after work. I will ride my bike on the BMX track! Yeah!

 Prior to this I need to stop in a local shop for the photographic equipment as I’ve promised to do some photos for eshop. The guy from shop promised me the stuff today so I’m calling him as I need it very badly. D’oh! He says that he completely forgot about it. “Tomorrow” he say. Ok, no problem, at least I will have more time to ride my bike.

Because I’m in the office with my car I need to go home first. I’m trying my classic route through Prague today. Nuselsky bridge is sort of slow but that’s normal. I’m looking out of the window, listening to the Radio 1, just relaxing. But the traffic jam looks more serious. I’m getting pissed off slowly. 45 minutes and I’m not at home yet. Not even half way through.

The lines look completely blocked. I’m trying to use a shortcut. But! Traffic jam is even in there. Damn! I’m swearing out loud.

After another 30 minutes I’m finally at home. Throwing clothes everywhere, wearing bike clothes. I’m grabbing my dirtjump bike but I notice that rear wheel is flattened! No! Crap! Screw it, throwing bike in my car and off I go. Oh no! Traffic jam is even in this part of the city. Luckily not in the way I’m going to. One bad traffic signs and I’m heading dead end. Screw it! Swearing out loud, riding across the pavement to the correct way.

In 10 minutes I’m at the BMX track. Grabbing my bike and guess what? Oh no! A missing piece from a fork! Damn! Ok, little improvisation and the front wheel is there but moving sideways a bit. Today I just don’t care. Filling quickly flat tire and I’m ready.

Finally on my bike!

New jumps are shaped well, I’m using the remaining adrenaline in my veins and jumping the biggest jumps there. Time to be scared will come later. One last moment to get angry comes when I jump step-up not completely perfect, I’m going down dragging my bike behind me and rear axle is leaving rear stay. I’m just laughing, it’s nothing compared to the day.

I’m tired after about a hour and half of riding, heading home. In front of the computer I’m sipping coffee and I’m thinking about what would I do in case I will not have sport to get my anger out of me. Will I be yelling and my TV? Neighbor? Girlfriend? What pain could I cause with that?

No wonder we do sports for our health. In this case it was more than 100% truth.

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