I finally got off my duff this morning, and did something I promised
myself I'd start this spring. I walked my wife's mountain bike to the
gas station, filled its flat, neglected tires, and rode to work. I've
discovered something not so amazing: I'm out of shape, really out of
shape. The ride isn't a long one, maybe three or four miles, but it was
enough to make my legs feel like sticks of jelly and make my lungs burn.

Sweat flowed off my back as I mounted the stairs to the second floor
office, since riding the elevator would defeat the purpose of riding a
bike to work. A short refuge in the computer room was welcome, where
the humidity was at a tolerable level and the temperature, although not
cold, was pleasent.

I'm still tired, but the "physical tired" is good. It's not nearly as
defeating and depressing as the "mental tired" I get after work. If
you're not familiar with my overall sense of boredom working as an
Assistant IT Coordinator, let me spare you the details and give you the
gist. I do more tech support than systems engineering, and recently,
I've been doing more Windows maintenance than anything. It's certainly
not my dream job. Perhaps the ride home will put me in better spirits,
making ready to keep on moving once I get home instead of rolling up
into the fetal position with a sci-fi fantasy book.