I think this is the first time I have been out on the bike since my life got all crazy last fall. I knew I missed it, but how much I enjoy being on the bike was kind of lost in the distance a bit. Something about just letting the miles tick by, you see people and places and all the time you just keep the legs turning over.
So, the situation is not nearly as bad as I expected. After a winter of heavy partying, drinking, no sleep, and the plague I can still ride a bike, and feel pretty damn good doing it. Obviously can't race, or do endurance events, but hey, gotta start somewhere.
Lord, what a horrible picutres, but it proves I made it from Charlestown to the beach.
