Thursday, April 30, 2026

Occasionally when I'm biking uphill, people will cheer me on. It's usually not on the steepest hills. So I would joke about how I wished there weren't any hills harder than this one. But whenever I said something like that, the people would just stare back at me. 

So now if someone cheers me on, I just grin at them. 

I probably talk too much anyway. 

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