There are strange and interesting things brewing in the life of the cat, but they may not be spoken (or typed) of at present for they are but brewing and may not occur at all. It is an obscene hour of the morning (or it was when I got up). Couldn’t sleep and got up before 6am to go to the gym – as usual I got dressed in my gym clothes, dithered around finding my water bottle, membership card, bike lock key and was so exhausted by this that I didn’t feel up to facing the harsh lights and pumping bodies of Footscray Swim World or whatever it’s called.
‘Never fear,’ I told my brain, which refused to stop whirring on the topic of brewing. ‘We will ride the gallant steed! I shall name it….Shogun!’
So I jumped on my bike and decided to go down and ride along the river. There are a cat food supplements
huge amount of trucks around at that time of morning and also, as Summer fades (to my disgust), it's getting much darker - in fact it was very dark.
This made my ride rather exciting because I couldn't see amazingly well...I think that local governments must consider it wonderful that they've put in bike paths, but lighting them is obviously way too hard. Anyway I hammered on for quite a while, until the track seemed to become some kind of excavation zone. It turned to gravel, and as I'd already trusted myself to the gods on the tarmac, riding over gravel in the dark might have been pushing it. I saw all these people in long skinny boats practicing their rowing. I crossed over a bridge and decided to ride back home to the caravan along the other side of the river.
Oh dear. It all started OK and I realised I was riding along the back of Flemington Racecourse and all the horses were being exercised over the fence to the left of the bike track (the river being to the right). So that was kind of nice, riding along and looking at the horses plodding along...I could see their shapes and hear them snuffling because it was still quite dark. Then the bike track ended and I turned off to the left over the horse exercising track and on to an oval. Well, sort of more like a place that they hadn't yet decided what to do with yet and my bike got stuck in the sand. It was when I got off I realised I was in the middle of the whole horse track surrounded by horses going around in circles *sigh*
This kind of thing hasn't happened to me since I drove my Humber into the middle of a tram depot and ended up surrounded by trams (I had invaded their home) and jeering drivers. At least at the moment my hair is blonde, which kind of excuses me a little bit. Oh god. I bought a heavy duty bike lock the other day and am very proud of it, but the way it attaches to my bike means it clanks against my pack-rack frame. So, there I was, at 6:30am, in semi-darkness, walking my clanking bike with it's little flashing bike light as horses and their exercise-people tried to avoid me as I skulked like an idiot down their track back toward the bike path. That would have been fine if horses didn't find a freak wheeling a clanking flashing thing a little off-putting. So then they started to kind of make those scared whinnying noises and pull away from their humans who had to try and quiet them down. I tried to skulk more silently, but the only way I could do this was by slowing down (which I really didn't want to do). Finally I made it to the bike path leaving chaos in my wake, found that the bike path didn't actually end but continued secretly through a gate and rode of grinning fixedly until I was out of sight (when I began rocking back and forth whilst moaning softly - quite hard while riding but I seemed to manage).
God knows what the rest of my day is going to be like. I have the fear.