More Foot Woes
My injured foot from last time would’ve been better by now, had it not been for one thing.
That thing is a 20-mile bike ride.
Now, you’re probably wondering why I would go on such a bike ride if my foot were hurt. I probably wouldn’t have, but I had no choice. I had gotten kicked out of the house and had nowhere to go. So I got on my bike and rode as fast as I could away from the house.
Mind you, the bike had a flat back tire and it’s far too small for me anyway. These factors made the bike ride even more difficult.
It was about 4:30 in the afternoon. I had nowhere to go, so as I was riding away I came up with a plan. As soon as it gets dark, find a building or something to sleep under. Stay out no later than 6:30 (my night vision is non-existent). With that in mind, I rode.
After about 5 miles, I stopped the bike. I was in unbelievable pain. My foot was killing me and the bike was so hard to push, even with the gears on the smallest setting. But I decided to keep going. I was an angry little girl, and I wanted to get as far away as I could from those who had made me angry.
By the time it was 6:30, I was 20 miles away. I had reached a small town, and I stopped to buy some Gatorade. I tried to call various people at a pay phone, but nobody would answer. I was all by myself. I sat down by the store and drank my Gatorade.
It was very dark now. But I then realized that sleeping under a building wasn’t an option. I had gotten robbed a few weeks back, and if I were to just lie down under a building I would likely lose everything I had.
I had no choice. I got back on the bike and rode home. It was 8:30 by the time I got back, and I was in total agony, but my family seemed to have forgotten ever kicking me out.
I could barely walk the next day, but I had had quite the adventure.
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March 3rd, 2008 at 6:54 pm
You’re so similar to me. When I get angry I have to seperate myself. Being around the people who upset me makes me physically sick. I remember when I rode my bike when I was so angry. I live on a University Campus about 15 miles to Washington, D.C. and I rode my bike ALLL THE WAY THERE. I remember, I didn’t even think, I just kept riding. It rained, and I just kept going. Until I realized, shit…it’s 15 miles back on my bike. I was out all day long and when I came back, I had the best sleep of my life.
I think that is the best way for me to regulate my behavior. If I were to sit around the people who anger me, I cannot imagine the things I would do or say. It’s my situation now with my roommates. They make me so upset and embarrassed by their behavior and I just had to separate myself! I hope you’re feeling better though. Keep riding if it makes you feel better, but next time hopefully you’re not on such an injured foot–OUCH!
Wow…I leave ridiculously long comments. Sorry, I didn’t mean to give you a short essay!
March 4th, 2008 at 3:21 pm
Dude, your parents are getting more and more on my nerves. They.. just.. Arrrgh!
Anyway, I’m gonna change gender here and offer solutions instead of just listening and imagining how it must have happened, the atmosphere at home, those familiar feelings turning and twisting inside into a mini tornado, the same old arguments but with more and more intensity every time…
I don’t know if it’s legal where you live but I’ve already had a friend live with me for a while because of the tensions there were at home (and the neglect that had been going on for years already). It wasn’t permanent but enough to give her a break and a more stable environment for a while, and time for the mum to think things through a bit.
I might have already said this actually, my short-term memory ain’t too good but this stuff… it shouldn’t be happening.
Are there any school friends and their parents that know you and know a bit about what is going on to lend you a matress and let you live with them for a while? Even just for a week or two! I mean, any kind of break is better than nothing!
‘Cause to me, it sounds like it’s been bubbling for quite some time now and the explosion is just down the road. And I hate to imagine what that would be like. Mine wasn’t too nice and my dad is nothing like the one we get a glimpse of through your writings…