I held my head down as I pedaled away on the road to nowhere. Actually, it is hard to go anywhere when your bicycle is connected to the stationary trainer. With my iTunes playing, I pedaled to the music. A nice quick tempo took me on a hard ride. Sweat beaded up on my shoulders and all down my arms. It rolled from my forehead, downward along my face and into my eyes. It dripped from my nose and mouth; I closed my eyes, held tight to the beat of the music, and tasted the salt as it crept into my closed mouth.
In 35 minutes, I’d soaked my shirt, sportbra and cycling shorts with sweat. I took it as a sign that I’d done well, though I probably didn’t undo my extra caloric intake of the day. The darn chips and salsa were my downfall. They are always my downfall. But they sure are good.