I’m closing in on two months of biking to work nearly every morning.
It’s having some effect on me:
- A couple of people who never pay me compliments said it looks like I’ve lost some weight.
- Now that my morning kicks off with a death-defying dice with some of Minnesota’s worst drivers, I don’t need as much coffee as I used to.
- A couple of my favorite work shirts – which were on the brink of “tight” last May – aren’t.
- While my legs aren’t the tree-trunk-like instruments of tempered death that they were 20-25 years ago, when I was biking 20-30 miles a day every day, they’re coming right along.
But the best part of all…
There’s one big hill I have to surmount on the way home every night.
Day One: I made it about a third of the way up, and then wound up walking my bike the rest of the way up, huffing and puffing.
Week Two: I made it to the top – weaving back and forth (to lower the slope) in low gear – and sat at the stoplight at the top, huffing and puffing and drinking water, for a minute or two before I got started again.
Two Weeks Ago: Made it to the top in low gear, but in a fairly straight line – and sat at the stoplight at the top for a moment to catch my breath and water up before I got on the road again.
Yesterday: Got to the top, rolled through the green light and continued on my way, not especially winded.
It’s going to stink when school starts again.
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