When I hopped on my bike this morning and started to pedal westbound from the city, my intentions were no more ambitious than to get out of the house, Instagram some ducks, and relax. It wasn’t until I passed the Welcome to Oakville sign that I started to think through the distance to get home. I stopped for a coffee break (yesterday was leg day - silly) and when I started out again, realized within a couple of blocks that my back tire was completely flat. Not gonna lie - I wasn’t disappointed. Sent out an S.O.S. for a ride home and crushed a delicious fish sandwich in the meantime.
A successful Sunday morning :)