puff puff puff... bike... puff puff puff

I bought a nice mountain bike with 24 gear ratios (eight sprockets in the back, three up front,) 29" knobby tires, and shock absorbers front and back.

It's nothing like what Bev and Ang and Cyclist ride, but it suits the dirt road and trails around here. In fact, it's probably less expensive than just the frames that they have. It appears to be made out of aluminum, not titanium or graphite.

Alas, I have my work cut out for me. It went downhill just fine on our tenth of a mile of driveway. Going uphill and against the wind on the dirt road was a different story. Going back downhill with a tail wind was easier. I even made it about half way up our [puff puff] steep driveway.

Obviously, I have some work to do before I take any more twenty or thirty mile rides like I used to do in my youth.

But that's why I bought the thing. I need to get into shape. It's the final step (after diet, sleep, light, and prozac) to defeating this depression.

At least I'm no longer thinking up ways to kill myself. I would never do it because of what it would do to my family, but that didn't stop me from thinking about it.

The hard part is going to be consistently getting my carcass on that bike every day and increasing my stamina. I can't believe that three quarters of a mile of riding on a dirt road gave me so much trouble.

Fortunately, all of my cardiac indicators are good, so I don't have to worry about keeling over.

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