Seventy Minutes

NOTHING says Spring like waking up to a couple of inches of snow and 28 degrees Fahrenheit! I make it a point to get into the gym early so I can bogart a bike for a nice long pretend "ride."

So I put it on fat burn and seventy minutes. If the great outdoors is going to reenact The Thing then I'm going to throw a mini-hissy, drive to the gym and pretend ride for seventy minutes. Meanwhile intoIt is sending me all this info on what a great time he's having humping all these mountains on the Blue Ridge Parkway and having a wonderful time.

Naturally I'm jealous.

Still, real Spring is coming along with real bike rides and the turning of real pedals.

Be Well!