Well, I did it. I got out yesterday morning and moved my legs for about 75 minutes. During the first 2 miles, I felt like I lost my legs-- they felt awful. Then they settled in and felt fairly good. I went through a neighborhood I have not previously gone through, and that was nice too. I also got out about 45 minutes before sunrise, which is my favorite time to ride. It was fun.

I don't think I'm back, but I can see the potential. I think part of my depression was that I will not reach my goal of 5,200 miles for the year (100 per week). I had a concussion in October that took me out for 2 weeks and then the damn flu took me out for 3 weeks. I'll probably finish with just under 4,800 miles for the year. Oh well. I'm not sure if I want to attempt to do it again for 2019. I'll ride two or three more times by Saturday, then I'll be away for a week. Maybe the hotel will have a stationary bike in the fitness room. I'll be in a situation where I won't be able to bike while away.

I think some of the suggestions you guys made that sounded harsh were very helpful for me as well. I didn't take it negatively but as motivation. Thanks.