Greetings from the road, my friends!  Sorry about the analog drawing, but it’s what I can manage without my digital drawing tools.

So, I have to admit that I have been afraid to return to the gym post-physical therapy.  Before PT my efforts were half-hearted at best (it hurt… a lot!).  After PT, I stuck with exercise in my own basement because… well, I was afraid that I couldn’t really do it anymore… too many of my peers and all that…

However, you take a duck out of his pond, and who knows what can happen… In this case, the gym happens.  I brought workout clothes with me, of course… but let’s face it, just because I have them doesn’t mean I have to use them…  Plenty to do in Palm Springs without actually exercising, right?!?

Curiosity got the better of me, though.  So, I flew in on Saturday, and by Sunday afternoon, I had to know, so I strapped on my duds and off to the gym I went.

Turns out… It was okay.  I did 30 minutes on the upright bike and 30 minutes on the treadmill.  Monday, I did 30 minutes on the treadmill, 15 on the elliptical (oh God, ow) and 15 on the bike.  Today, the same thing, but with more running versus walking on the treadmill.  My legs are muy tired, but I am ready to go back to the gym at work.  This is a good thing.

Tomorrow, I’m on a plane all frickin’ day.  Later.