Ha ha. A year after my bike was stolen--a year of inertness--I was visiting my in-laws in Colorado--around 7,000 feet. They live next to some public lands that are used for hiking and biking so I decided to rent a mountain bike and do some riding. I hopped on the bike and, by the time I reached the trailhead, I was completely dead. I couldn't string two words together I was gasping so hard. Humbled, I coasted back to the house and returned the bike.

I got a new bike a couple of months ago and have been trying to get back into shape. I'll be with the in-laws again over Christmas and I am taking my bike. I plan to just do some easy rides around the neighborhood since I am not equipped for the several feet of snow that would be on the trails. We'll see how it goes.