I cycled 22km yesterday. Today, to be precise. From midnight till about 3.15 a.m. And I managed this without passing out or throwing up or giving up or Lonazep or any of my other five hundred fears coming true. I cycled 22km yesterday and tonight, I am okay. No major aches or pains or strains.
I have been steadily ignoring all of my other resolutions this year. And I hope some of them get back on track once my kitchen is done (it starts day after). But even if those portions of my life remain dismally neglected, at least I’ll still be able to think of 2016 as the year I finally stopped failing at being fit. And that’s something, after all.