Eleven Minutes
Eleven minutes on Nautilus recumbent bike. Felt like thighs would spontaneously combust! Feel good now. Must get into daily routine again. Legs are wasting. My last straws. Was stuck in middle of living room floor Saturday night. They failed me. I failed them. Too much time at computer… on my ass. Move it or lose it. That’s the rule when motor neurons are dying up. Told Rosa to kick my ass, make me ride that bike everyday. Love that bike. Peddle-powered, comfortable, sturdy.
