Day 7: 3:06 PM

I was having a lot of trouble getting motivated today after yesterday's lazy day. I had some errands I wanted to run, but I didn't run them. Some days I just can't bear to bundle myself up in order to go outside into the heat.

While I was trying to motivate myself into workout clothes and outside, everyone else left. So I was left alone with nobody to distract me from my task. I had my music on loud. I was singing along. I was trying to wake myself the hell up. I decided I would deal with smelling all day and take a shower pre-workout. On the way to the bathroom, I passed the stationary bike in the apartment.

I turned back halfway down the hall. I examined the bike. I sat on it. A song with a nice fast beat started playing. I started peddling.

It's been a very long time since I've been on a stationary bike. I prefer road bikes, where one can peddle out of the cloud of one's own stink. But I found myself doing exactly what I do on a leisurely bike ride. My legs moved as if they had minds of their own. They moved through the burn. They moved even though the seat hurt my ass and they were getting me nowhere.

And I thought. I thought about my college adviser/professor, the one I wrote about here. I thought about college in general and what I took away from it. I thought about a physics professor who was really pale and wore thick and bright red lipstick beyond the boundaries of her lips. I thought about the acoustics of the room I was in, my music, my breathing, the cats, the air conditioner. I thought about all the sounds that I could hear if I listened hard enough and I thought about how remarkable it would be if I could isolate each one of them. And then my right thigh started cramping up to pull me out of my thoughts.

I'd already been on the bike for 28 minutes, so I went another 2 and pulled the stationary bike to the side of the road. By which I mean, I got off. My legs briefly refused to walk, but eventually the adjusted.

This was easier than running. And I was zoning out, so I'm not sure how much work I actually put into it. But I'm sweaty and awake now. And, once again, my legs hate me.

Shut up, legs.