The hardest part is getting out the door.

I didn't really want to go out today (of course last night that was all I could think about)--but I reflected that I'd better make some effort to live up to all the support you guys are providing, so I rode to Westport again, had my iced coffee, wrote in my journal, nobody giggled at my fairly flabby body clad in Lycra--and rode back home, total 12.5 miles again, and I DIDN'T HAVE TO WALK THE BIKE UP THAT STEEP HILL THIS TIME, I rode it! And I feel great, no strain at all.

My resting pulse is dropping already. I can hardly believe how quickly I'm getting back into SOME kind of shape--I thought it would take months.

Thanks, everybody!