Huff. Pant. Wheeeeeze.
It's a bright and sunny day. The temperatures are still freezing, but it IS bright and sunny. So I thought I would be extra good and ride my bike to a lunch date with a friend. It was right here in Jacksonville, and there's no good reason I should drive anywhere that's less than two miles from me. You have to understand, I used to ride a bicycle everywhere, all the time. But, it's been a few years. I hadn't reckoned on a few things. The seat had slipped down an inch or so, the tires were pretty squishy, it's freakin' cold out there, my quads are still really sore from yesterday's workout, and I'm just plain out of shape.
I got there, mostly popsicular by the time I arrived, but then I enjoyed a pulled pork sandwich, guilt-free. On the way back, I stopped at the bike shop and pumped up my tires. That helped. Next, I had to go to the post office. That was all uphill, but I stopped a few times to adjust my seat, and that helped, too. By the time I got to the post office, I was partly frozen, but also very sweaty, and my legs were a wee bit shaky. Still, I felt rosy-cheeked and wholesome.
The way home was also mostly uphill. How does THAT work? I ended up walking the last block, because it's steepest right at the end. Now I'm sitting here, more dead than alive, but otherwise feeling pretty good. I just hope I recover quickly, because I need to walk the dog in an hour, and do my workout immediately after that.
The upside to all of this activity (it's ALL upside, I know, I just don't want to face that fact while feeling somewhat dead) is that I'm sleeping like a log. Last night, I could barely hold my head up when 10:00 rolled around, although I usually read until 11. I just crashed, and didn't wake up until 7. I'm still taking the pills because I'm a bit paranoid, and also because I want to give myself a few more days until I feel comfortable that I'm really back on track. I do look forward to being completely drug-free, though.
I got there, mostly popsicular by the time I arrived, but then I enjoyed a pulled pork sandwich, guilt-free. On the way back, I stopped at the bike shop and pumped up my tires. That helped. Next, I had to go to the post office. That was all uphill, but I stopped a few times to adjust my seat, and that helped, too. By the time I got to the post office, I was partly frozen, but also very sweaty, and my legs were a wee bit shaky. Still, I felt rosy-cheeked and wholesome.
The way home was also mostly uphill. How does THAT work? I ended up walking the last block, because it's steepest right at the end. Now I'm sitting here, more dead than alive, but otherwise feeling pretty good. I just hope I recover quickly, because I need to walk the dog in an hour, and do my workout immediately after that.
The upside to all of this activity (it's ALL upside, I know, I just don't want to face that fact while feeling somewhat dead) is that I'm sleeping like a log. Last night, I could barely hold my head up when 10:00 rolled around, although I usually read until 11. I just crashed, and didn't wake up until 7. I'm still taking the pills because I'm a bit paranoid, and also because I want to give myself a few more days until I feel comfortable that I'm really back on track. I do look forward to being completely drug-free, though.