Coming Back From The Couch
May, 1995
Last summer I was fit. It required four months of flogging unwilling flesh, but by August I felt honed, and I swore I would stay that way. In October, though, the weather turned dirty, so I didn't get out on the bike quite as much as I'd intended. Then the holidays arrived. Not wanting to be a party pooper, I ate heartily and drank with purpose. I also missed a session or two at the gym. Actually, I stopped going altogether.Well, spring is here, and someone sneaked in while I wasn't looking and...
