Tour de Sorebutt

So I have done the MS Bike Tour! It is finished, and I am left with a complementary cycling jersey, a Bike Tour t-shirt, and a very very sore butt. That's what 150 km of cycling gets you (and of course, a great sense of accomplishment and happiness that I survived, and helped out with a cause very dear to me).

It felt even worse than the time I did a spinning class and I thought for sure that nine months later I would have stationary bicycle babies. With eyes in the handlebars.

I hate spinning classes.

Anyway, I discovered that the area between Ottawa and Kemptville - where we slept the night before heading back to Ottawa - mainly consists of corn and cows with long, straight roads dividing them. Every so often there would be a beautiful, dilapidated barn surrounded by crumbling silos and bails of half eaten hay being munched on by pinto horses that we could gaze at for a few seconds before it faded away behind us..... but there was mostly corn.

We'd be on the same road for 5 km or something and there would be corn the whole way. Then finally we turned a corner annnnd..... more corn. O then a cow farm - cue the stench (honestly, I could have sworn I was breathing in cows, that's how potent their smell is). Then corn. Then corn. Corn.

So it made me wonder, where the fuck does all this corn go? We must ship it all away. I mean, nobody in all of Ottawa should be going hungry when there is about a bizillion square kilometres of corn growing all around the city. Really.

So, that's all.


O also, song of the week is Fashionable People by Joel Plaskett, a song which I might have linked already in a previous post, but no matter, it is a marvy song.