I felt pretty cruddy this morning– both my guts and my uterus had combined their forces to wage war, good times– and I was sorely tempted to skip the gym. However, the prospect of spending the workday unshowered was enough of a deterrent to make me go. And once I was there, I might as well do something.
I figured 30 minutes on the bike (on manual setting, this time) would be enough. And it was, and I showered and went about my business for the day.
On my way out, Fan-Turner-Off Man asked me if I liked the bike better. My response was an emphatic “I hate it! I’d much rather be running.” He asked if my knees hurt, and I said no, my foot. FTO Man seems to have knee problems– he wears bands below them. I wonder what those do?