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I’ve got it set up, tested it and I’m extremely happy with it so far. It’s basically raising the back end off the ground and adds magnetic resistance to simulate your weight on the road. The last time I checked I weight 345 lbs. It’s disgusting, but over half a decade on tens of thousands of pills, poor eating and sleeping habits, and a general lack of sense got me here. Before I fell ill I was hiking 4 miles 3-5 times per week and doing a 5-10km in the gym on my off days on an elliptical and a bicycle and I was down to 220 lbs which made me feel amazing. I was told I would never run as a kid by a doctor so being able to do anything this late in my life simply is that. At least to me.

Before the agoraphobia set in, and before covid was a thing, I would ride my bike down to the local coffee shop to write my novels. I wrote most of the first and second ones while sitting there by a used wire spool set as a table. Having a sandwich was my treat if I broke five thousand words in a sitting–which became often. I have made a resolution not to go back to the cafe this year as unfortunately it makes me ill, and I will miss it, but I’m going to try to ride my bike each day, post each day, learn to program each day, and write each night. By the end of the year, unless this thing in my chest becomes a problem, I will be healthier, better written, hopefully more learned, and at the most productive.

Some of these days, I know, will be bedridden days. I will stop sleeping at some point and then crash days later with either a lot of work done or nothing to show for it. Or I will hurt. I had my wrist broken in a fight in high school by a bully, and getting that reset manually caused me to black out and I rated that as an eight on the pain scale. This chest issue has me at a six most nights. There are more painful things. Thankfully, I can hope for the better.

There will be days where I’m depressed to the point of needing to call my therapist, and have promised that I will call next time–we’ve known each other a long time at this point, but I don’t like phones. But I will call if need be.

Just from trying it out for five minutes though, I broke into a sweat, and I’ve got whatever small endorphin rush is available to me–and I feel wonderful. Not euphoric, as I’ve heard the long term runners and marathoners get when into their flow state–but close enough that I can’t wait to get back on it again.

Much pleasure, and best of luck with your day, evening or night. I’ll hopefully have more to post later on today. Back to work.

-J.