I was doing so well, about 2 round trips a week on my bike for a total of about 50 miles a week. Then, it all fell apart, literally. I rode to work one day and it hurt. It was a much harder ride than I am used to on the way to work. Usually, that direction is pretty easy. I still had to ride home that night because I had left my car at home. Halfway home, I hit the wall. Pulse racing, mind foggy, vision blurry, I nearly collapse next to the road. Call my wife to see if she can come get me then try to stand up and I almost passed out. I rode another 4 miles in agony before she could come get me.

I saw my doctor and had several tests revealing I had just done too much too soon. I guess going both ways on the same day (~24 miles) was too much to ask of my slow, out of shape and over weight body. I’ve never been good at knowing my limits.

I rested for the rest of that week then tried again with one ways. Drove in one day, then rode home. Rode in to work the next morning. Halfway to work, something changes in my bike. Not sure what it was, I decided to wait until I got to the office. 3 miles from the office my back tire is completely flat. I get out my tire kit and start to look at things, only to discover 6 busted spokes on that wheel. Fortunately, my boss was in the office and could come and get me.

REI was really cool and fixed the wheel for free since my bike was still in warrenty but I guess that did it for me. I haven’t even gotten both wheels back on my bike, much less ridden since this happened. I hate my laziness and I have to do something but instead I just sit here, melding with my chair.