Last night I did a whole lot of reps on the leg-press machine at the gym. And today I went out for a nice ride on my bike. It's a beautiful day–sunny, nearly 60 degrees. I found, however, that my legs were pretty darned fatigued.
It was a great ride nonetheless, but I had to take the return trip a little easier.
I bought a bicycle about five weeks ago, after not having ridden since I was 14. The last time I rode as a teenager, I was flying down a long hill in my neighborhood when a dog ran right out into my path. I went down and broke my jaw and hadn't been on a bike since.
But I'm loving the new bike and enjoying riding again. The reason I bought it was to give myself an outdoor activity now that the rowing season is about to end. I enjoy the gym, but I found that I absolutely love rowing, and the prospect of slogging away on the treadmill and elliptical trainer this winter doesn't thrill me at all.
I don't mind cold, so as long as it's not utterly frigid, I should be able to ride regularly. We don't have that many utterly frigid days in East Tennessee anyway (well, unless you live at the top of a mountain).
