Been working like a dog to make my goal of 104 miles a month, the average I’ll need to make the big 1-2-5-0 for the year, but no. Four of the six recumbent bikes are broken at my gym, so I hopped on the traditional stationaries and did some good miles over the last two days. Woke up this morning and my back reminded me why I do not ride those things. Advil didn’t help, either. There was grimacing to be had.
Listen to me whine. Blah, blah, blah. The upside is I can walk and talk and work and feel thin after all that effort (though 240+ is not thin). Bet people were wondering why I had a strange look on my face all day, though. Sorry, folks.