I'm actually excited about Mountain biking. For my Camp group it's the last activity before we go home. I'm not expecting it to be my least favourite activity of all Camp (and the coldest).
The moment I even step outside from my Cabin my toes turn into deep-frozen fish fingers. I run inside and slam the door shut.
“It's FREEZING out there!” I pant. I'd rather be listening to ghost-stories than go outside in the icy, frosty air and mountain biking. Still, I don't have a choice, unless I play dead, which I consider.
Half an hour later we are standing outside with our mountain bikes beside us, our teeth chattering, and wishing we had packed an extra super-warm puffer-jacket with hotties inside.
“Right-o, lazy bones! Up on your bikes, were gonna have a fun ride!” The instructor says.
I get on my mountain bike, wishing a volcano would come and spurt out molten-hot lava to warm us up. Totally gonna happen, right? Right? No, okay, fine. No volcanos.
We start to pedal towards the road, where at least there's a tiny bit of sunshine to warm us up. The sun’s shining into my eyes, it's making me go too fast, and I bump into the back wheel of the person in front of me.
About half an hour later we've ridden one kilometre. The instructor asks us how we all feel. Everyone's answer is ‘cold’ or ‘tired’ and nothing positive.
So we’re still going, and four kilometres later I'm groaning in pain and coldness. I mutter to the random person next to me, “It was nice knowing you, I'm gonna die of hypothermia soon.”
“Same,” the person says. “Nice knowing you too, mate.”
Finally the instructor tells us to stop. “We're going to go to a mountain biking arena thing, where you ride in circles.”
“S’cuse me?” Says one of the boys. “Do we ride through puddles?”
“Yes, you ride through puddles.”
Typical, I think to myself. Best day ever. Hooray. NOT.
Fortunately we don't HAVE to do it, so I get somewhere around one minute to relax.
We start to head back.
5k later we're FINALLY back at camp. The moment I get off my bike I collapse onto the grass, not caring that it's still soaking with dew.
“Well done, guys! We rode about ten kilometres!”
You kidding me? And I'm still alive? Impossible. Pfft!!!
Well, at least I can go into the Big Kitchen and warm up.
Suddenly the teachers yell out, “OKAY GUYS!!! NOT ALLOWED IN YOUR CABINS OR BIG KITCHEN, YOU NEED SOME OUTSIDE TIME!!!”
In this story I was learning about using paragraphs, which I don't usually use because when I write I'm more into making sure people would enjoy it and making it funny than anything else. Talking about funny, this Reflection isn't very funny.
I AM TRYING TO DESTROY FUNNY!!!
Huh!!? Evil Pink Fluffy Unicorn? What are you doing in my reflection???
I HAVE COME TO GET RID OF FUNNY ONCE AND FOR ALL!!! MWAHAHA!!!
Well, before you do, can you please stop talking in capital letters? It's really taking up a lot of space, and I'm trying to write a reflection here.
And can you go away? There's loads of people wanting to hear the rest of the reflection.
Oh. Ok. Bye!
Okay, now that the Evil Pink Fluffy Unicorn is gone, I can finish my reflection.
Also I was learning about using thing thing called ‘Present Tense’, which means writing as if you're actually there, not if you're writing it like it happened 10 minutes ago, if that makes any sense, which it probably doesn't.
Eg. PRESENT TENSE: Iris picks up the plate and smashes it onto the floor!
PAST TENSE: Iris picked up the plate and smashed it onto the floor! (Based on a real event).
Anyway, that was what I was learning when writing this piece. Personally, I like using Past tense, but that's just my opinion. You can do whatever you want with writing.
I think the writing was Multistructural, and my reflection Relational, because I can relate it to the EPFU (evil pink fluffy unicorn, although he did come without me asking him too).