Last summer I began riding my recumbent trike daily, and was able to lose 50 pounds before I had hernia surgery in late November, the end of riding season for me. But after Christmas I resumed riding every day on the stationary bike. It was incredibly boring but I kept at it, largely by taking inspiration from my friends Heidi and Jim who had related their own relationship with their chosen piece of exercise equipment, a treadmill.
"Yeah, I hate that fucking thing, but I get on it every day anyway."
That's perfect for me. That was exactly what I told myself each morning, all winter. Then spring came and I began riding outdoors again, but on my upright bike. Now, I'm riding anywhere I can, every chance I get. This is quite a ways from when I used to let the air out of my tires in third grade, so that Mom had to drive me to school. I'm actually pretty amazed. I never really thought that I'd get to a point that I enjoy the actual act of exercising. I don't mean that I've never enjoyed doing anything that was also exercise. But this time, I'm actually enjoying the exercise, and I do feel better. And at 60 years old, I may not end up fighting for the light heavyweight title, but it's nice to know I can make the weight.
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