Today I cycled to university for a lecture before I headed to work in my quest to get back to a fitness level that matches my endurance in order to make hiking and camping a much more feasible endeavor than it is at the moment, as well as due to my general bitterness and hatred of the world causing me to become a stubborn iron steed elitist that snubs his nose at anyone who dares use either public transport or a motorised vehicle.
Before cycling, I prepared to cycle, as one does when they intend to cycle on a bike. I also left home a little bit alter than I hoped I would due to taking a little longer than I had hoped to get everything I wanted to get done done.
So on my bike I was and a smooth ride I had due to the quick servicing that I gave it before leaving home.
I peddled as quickly as I felt I could and did quite well for time. I also felt a lot less puffed than usual which meant I did much better for time than I usually would as I had a bit more energy for most of the journey.
Unintentionally going the wrong way for where I needed to be for the lecture today, I kept on the path and ended up having a nice downhill run for the last lengthy stretch of my journey.
Once I found where I could park my bike as close to where my lecture was as possible, I parked it and made quick steps to the lecture room.
Before stepping in I checked the timetable on the door to make sure I was on time. Then, when I walked in I noticed that the lecturer was a new one and that the lecture room was about as empty as usual which made it easy enough to pick a seat.
After sitting down, I found that I didn’t recognise the lecture slides at first. Then I was wondering why the lecturer was talking about polymers and monosaccharides.
I began to realise that something was wrong and that there was a chance that I was at the incorrect lecture.
I tried to subtly check my timetable as I suspected that there was a chance that the lecture had been moved to and eventually saw that I was actually eighty-five minutes late to my lecture. Thankfully I was in the right lecture room.
So I sat there, trying not to laugh and paid attention to the lecture as much as I could in order to save face. Every now and then the lecturer would briefly look at me in a quizzical manner. I’m fairly certain that he was trying to work out who I was.
When the lecture ended, I left quickly. I’m certain that the lecturer looked at me again and gave a quick smile.
Soon I was back on my bike and heading off to work at a good pace.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 09:50:45
It was an interesting time, being in that lecture. I learned more about chemistry than I had hoped I would.
The writing of this wasn’t as fast as I thought it would be, but I’m not complaining.
Written at work.
