Biking

Biking is hard. Very hard. You wouldn't think so--well, maybe you would. I didn't. I figured I knew how to ride a bike and that was all I needed. I'd be able to ride my old rusted mountain bike, whose gears don't all work and whose tires don't spin easily, for 18 miles and then get off an run. Wrong.

Luckily a friend of mine loaned me a road bike. I rode it out to Taylor today (12 miles round-trip) for the first time. I almost puked twice.

Starting to re-think a June 14th triathlon...