I rode my bike to work. I nearly keeled over while pushing it up Home Road. Seriously.. I had to stop 3 times to catch my breath. My heart rate was about 3 million at the time.
I was thinking to myself; self, perhaps you aren't quite over the flu yet. Is it too late to turn back? (yes)
By the time we (the bike and me, that is) got here the bike was squeeking like a crazy thing, and I might have been worse off than the bike. But I feel good, and victorious, and successful.
Hear me roar.
Roaring like a woman who owns a Pat Green Picker. Yes that's me.