It Did Sound Like A Good Idea

So.  It turns out my downstairs neighbors don’t LOVE the new indoor trainer.

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Fung shui-ed the apartment.

After two hours of hill training, at ten minutes of ten on a school night, I realized the knocking wasn’t my heartbeat behind my eardrums. It was at my door. He was the nicest guy ever. “It’s no problem, really,” he said. “It’s just that I wake up at 5:00, so if you could stop shaking the pictures on my walls by ten, I mean, that should work.”

I feel terrible.

Not just because I had no idea about the noise, but also because I’d planned to sneak another ride in at 5:00, too. (Hey, he said he’d already be up, didn’t he?)  I guess for the time being this means it’s back to the gym for me.  Unless, of course, it’s ok to buy a house to support your biking habit.  In the meantime, I’m sorry about the noise, downstairs neighbor.

Drinks are on me.

Suffertini: Extra dirty, neither shaken nor stirred.
Suffertini: Extra dirty, neither shaken nor stirred.
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