En torpille

Many, many years ago I was a stick.  Several years ago I wasn't quite so stick-like but I was super fit and training to break the women's human power speed record.  Five years of mostly working from home and increasing levels of fedupness (certainly related but not necessarily consequent) hasn't done me any favours whatsoever as I realised today.  Fortunately yesterday's ribs-forgetting-about encouraged me to go for a little bike ride this evening, and I was happy taking huge lungfuls.

Frankly, I needed the fresh air what with being on the precipice again, after a too-long day at work.  It was only 25 minutes and perhaps six and a half miles, my throat is dried out, and I had to stop three times to catch my breath, but I'm glad I went.