Horror and Shame

I have.. horrors.. purchased a BICYCLE.

I've even taken it for a ride a couple of times. I hope to ride to work on it-- five miles, reasonably level terrain, it shouldn't be too much of a burden. I'm going to ride it after work, four miles a day, for a few days first. Then we'll see.

I look ridiculous, fat old guy on a bicycle. Marginally less ridiculous than I would jogging, I suppose, assuming that ankle I ruined all those years ago could take that punishment. (I HOPE I look less ridiculous on a bicycle anyway.)

I'm oddly ashamed to be doing this-- what do you call it? Starts with "ex," escise, excess-- EXCERCISE, that's it. Wasn't ashamed to get into this shape but now I'm ashamed to be seen doing anything to get out of it. Go figure. Vanity takes strange forms.

I'm not sure about this exercise thing. It's unnatural.