7 hours, 4 cities, 2 gorgeous rainbows, 3 pairs of gloves, 4 people, 1 overpriced piece of plastic, 1 overpriced dinner, 77.5 gas (85.5 Waterloo), 0 frames of bowling, 4 bubble teas, 2 colours in several animations, 1 rabbit, 279.5 kilometres. For once, we didn't make it to PacMall due to Hours of Operation. Anyway, fun and scary times were had. Fun because my right arm was sore (so do a lot of my other body parts), scary when we saw the bill for the dinner. Just don't let Aaron's mom know about it. The ironic thing about this dinner was that slightly earlier, we passed through a hot pot place with a price tag of about $17 per person, and I went "hmm...not sure if I'm able to put down that much money..." I think I'll stop drinking bubble teas for a while.

There was exercise done before the trip, though, surprisingly enough. A bunch of people went rollerblading, and because I don't like having too many wheels, I went biking. Not long after we started, however, the rain started to fall. It was pretty light to begin with, and I looked at that one piece of dark cloud on the sky and concluded that it's not going to rain further down in the trail. Like the number that I'm always thinking of, I'm wrong. The rain got super duper heavy. At many points, the raindrops were so sharp that it really hurts when they hit my arms. In any case, I was obviously soaked and drained (hmm...pun?) for the 8km ride. It wasn't fun at all, and my legs are not working properly as of right now. Being totally wet was not a good feeling, but changing into dry wardrobe long afterwards felt incredibly good.

I think these days, God is using people around me to tell me this: "welcome to the life of being normal." And that is one reason why I've had such a hard time living recently.