Um… guys… the pushie is packed. It’s like really packed!
Yesterday, I took the little bike for a final spin so it could say some last goodbyes to it’s favourite haunts – namely, the gym and breakfast. The little bike cheered me on as I quietly smashed out a 1200 calorie double session. #Winning.
Then, I took it down to the bicycle hospital where I picked it up so many months ago… and like any good bike owner… handed it over to the bike doctors…
They gave me back the lock.. which really felt like a dog lead and collar.
Then, today I went back to pick it up. When I saw the bicycle again, the poor little guy looked so fragile. It was in a million pieces in what looks like a bicycle coffin en route to it’s final resting place.. it also felt like the box put on an extra 10 kilos on the bike!Then, we managed to squeeze the box into the car.
Next up, squeezing the bicycle onto the plane! This is one package I don’t want to be dragging around!
Seven days to go!
A girl gone walkabout in the great big world!