BG was surprised that I would consider going for a bike ride and came along. She loves that sort of shit. I printed out the directions and then promptly ignored them.

The first kilometer sucked pretty bad, there being no cover from the sun. The second kilometer sucked even more because that's where the uphill and downhill started and my legs were really hurting. Then came the third kilometer and while it was relatively flat, it still sucked because my legs really hurt.

The fourth kilometer sucked and that's where we screwed up the directions, the road we were following having turned into a highway and we having veered off to the wrong side although we could see a landmark building. That led to the fifth serious suckage kilometer during which we dead-ended into an abandoned train station stradling abandoned tracks. From the platform I could see my building but there were construction fences and broken glass and piles of rocks and razor wire and probably a lot of landmines in between so we had to backtrack.

The sixth kilometer turned out not to be the absolute suckiest but since it was again out in the open with the sun beating down on my jeans-clad legs and black T-shirted torso, it sucked.

The Panopticon is a greenhouse. With all the windows and doors shut the fucking building was up to 40°. It cooled a bit after I opened some windows in my wing and we killed a big-ass bottle of water.

We're on our way back home now. Neither of us looked at the clock on the way out so I don't know how much time this cycling shit is supposed to have saved me. Supposedly this is good for you and you can lose weight. For this kind of effort I damned well better be burning up at least an extra 8,000 calories or so each way.

Addendum:
The office has no shower. There's a shower that the kitchen has by law and which they don't use, but they won't let us use it because it's theirs. Seriously.