For years and year and years I was not but a slug. Finally it began to dawn on me that my wife & I made a pact to see 90 together and at the rate I was going, well, I wasn't gonna make it unless I got off my hindquarters. So, I began to think and realized the only form of exercise that I enjoyed enough to sustain was riding a bike. "I'm gonna get a new bike and start riding again." I said over and over again. Long story shorter... I finally went out to "test drive" a couple and bring one home. I hadn't made it more than a block or two before I knew it was every bit as much fun as I thought I remembered it being 20 years ago. I felt like this is what I was meant to do. I also knew it was going to be a hard row to hoe for a while until my body started coming around. So, I needed goals -short, mid, and long-term- to get me through the times where I wanted to give up. Funny thing is, it was every bit as hard as I thought it would be and yet I never got to a point where I didn't want to continue. It made my goals even more desirable. So, one by one, I knocked 'em down and usually sooner than I had projected. Only two are left: do a 20 mile ride and break 1000 miles for the year. Last night I did 9 cold, hard miles and realized I only have 62 more miles to go. It's just now December. I think I'm gonna make it. (I'm shooting for my 20 tomorrow). Is bike riding just the greatest thing or what?