I've been trying to exercise at lunch at work. Gym upstairs. On bike now. It just went up a level.
I was busy filing our taxes last night; Hubby was distracting me by watching Zombieland on Netflix. Rule #1: Cardio. On it. So long as there's a functioning bike around, I'm good. Unless the zombie was a bike rider in its former life. Then I may be in trouble.
That space between this paragraph and the one just before it? Two-and-a-half minutes of torture. I mean resistance level five. Stupid interval program. At least I've stopped crying. Or laughing hysterically. I'm not sure what that was, but it wasn't pretty.
The snow is melting around town, and almost everybody has their lawn back (it may even be going green!). We aren't in the "almost everybody" category. Not even close. I suppose that that's what we get for buying in the summer.
Whose idea was it to try and blog while riding a bike, no matter how stationary it is? Seriously? Have you ever tried to type on a tablet while trying not to die? And the auto-correct just doesn't get it. I'm going back to North and South.
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