The sun has starting to shine here on occasion, so I figure I should start getting active again.

The only real exercise I’ve had this winter has been spending a night in the climbing gym once a week and walking downtown for dinner and drinks, the latter being rather counter effective.

I have a gym membership. I haven’t been to the gym for months, but I’m still paying. I’m hoping the weight of my membership card, in combination with the weight of the guilt, might be having a subtle effect on my fitness. Every little bit helps, right?

I’d like to start biking to work. I live about 4.5km from the office, and I don’t have to hit too many high traffic streets to get there, so it should work well. Unfortunately, I’ve barely touched a bike during the last ten years of my life, so those muscles are embarrassingly underdeveloped.

Last week I decided I should start going for bike rides in the evening to build up some endurance, and then I’d start riding to work. I went out and bought a new helmet, a fancy riding jacket, dragged my bike outside, plugged in my earphones, and pushed off towards the horizon.

About ten minutes later I returned a sweaty wreck and slowly made my way back to the apartment, walking down the corridor like a newborn deer. I don’t remember this being so difficult. You’d think I spent the last ten years sitting in front of a…oh, right.

I’ve decided to just bite the bullet and try riding to work. I’ll just have to build up endurance as I go. So, tomorrow - today, technically - I’ll be riding to work for the first time. Wish me luck!