I am soooooooooooo out of shape or maybe this town is killing me...
Either way, a bike ride from my house to the store is less than a mile, that's counting the distance going both ways. But when I got back I ended up having to call the EMS to come out and make sure I didn't need to go to the hospital. I didn't, thank God. But there for a while I could not catch my breath, I was sweaty and clammy to the touch, almost threw up, and almost passed out.
There were some exenuating circumstances, such as there were more hills to climb coming back than going, I haven't had any serious exercise in over 4 years, I haven't ridden a bicycle in almost 20 years, the gears on my bicycle are messed up and not switching properly, and, unbeknownst(sp) to me, the air quality today was at level orange (that's the part about the town trying to kill me).
But still, all that together doesn't excuse the fact that I'm so out of shape that it's no longer funny.
There were some exenuating circumstances, such as there were more hills to climb coming back than going, I haven't had any serious exercise in over 4 years, I haven't ridden a bicycle in almost 20 years, the gears on my bicycle are messed up and not switching properly, and, unbeknownst(sp) to me, the air quality today was at level orange (that's the part about the town trying to kill me).
But still, all that together doesn't excuse the fact that I'm so out of shape that it's no longer funny.