Still stunned from the horrific violent attack yesterday in Boston, I went out to burn off some excess fury and calories from last night's orgy of stress eating. (Pasta, chocolate, wine...on a Monday...no, no, no)

Got on the bike, all by myself, and rode over to Seaman's Neck Road. This is a newly paved road that is straight and flat. A few side streets to slow and watch for. But othewise a good place for me to practice. I did 5.5 miles. Got up to a high of 16 mph. Which is not too bad, for me.

Then I dismounted, ran the bike 20 yards, changed shoes, and plodded along for two miles. It took over a half mile for my arms to stop tingling. And almost the entire two miles for the feet. I am simply wound too tight! In any case, I feel marginally better about participating in the mini-mighty on Sunday. Marginally. And I won't even use the word compete. Participate is a more appropriate word choice.

Still so sad for the folks in Boston...but a good sweat helped relieve some tension anyways. I hope to get some core work in at some point, but alas, there are still 9 spring books to finish. Give me strength!