Days 1-3

I wonder what it is about small dogs and bikes. Maybe because of their lack of stature they need to compensate with something else, like barking volume. I was chased down the road by five of these little guys. Thankfully, not all at once.

Circling through the first cul-de-sac on my route, two little Pomeranians  startled me as I rode past their house. The only thing that kept them from biting my ankles were their leash restraints. Thank you, Owner, for thinking ahead like that.

I was cursing a few minutes later when three little terriers ran out of their yards when they saw me.  It was like riding around an obstacle course trying not to hit them. At least my pink bike was faster.

Saturday I might have been overly ambitious with my exercise efforts. My total walking/riding distance was 11 miles. My ass was rather sore.

Here is the weekend breakdown:

• Friday: walk, one mile; ride, 5 miles
• Saturday: walk, six miles; ride, 5 miles
• Sunday: walk, two miles; sculpt, 40 minutes
• Totals: walk, nine miles; ride, 10 miles; sculpt, 40 minutes

Yesterday I stared at the scale and forbid myself to get on it until Thursday, my weekly weigh-in day.
Instead I just frowned at myself in the mirror, groaning at the waistline that seems more jiggly and dimply than it should be, and the legs that look like they have small spots of cottage cheese on them.
Well, this is what I get for gaining 18 pounds since October. 18!!! That is really pretty awful, in my opintion.

97 days to go.