Yesterday ...
I rode almost 60 miles on my bicycle. It really wasn't intentional. Neither Michael or I had intended to go all the way. It was another case of Michael thinking I would give in and turn around before before we reached our goal. I did, but much too late to save us. The map said we found said it was only another two miles. So we rode on. Then we suffered the whole way back. Legs can actually scream. The amazing part is that it was only my legs, not my heart or lungs. It got to the point it actually hurt more to stop pedaling. We made it back after dark (good thing I had brought my light). The whole trip took six hours, about four and 1/2 of which were spent on the bike. Today, oddly enough, my neck and back were by far more stiff and sore than my legs. I didn't ride to work today, but tomorrow I'm back on the bike. Rode to work all five days last week. Maybe I'm getting in shape faster than I thought.