I've spent the winter doing fuck all apart from my commute, and I've since spent almost a month in bed under the tyranny of "complete rest".
As a result of this, my legs have turned to cheese noodles and my body - expecting to be fed the diet of a regular cyclist regardless of its activity level - is now shaped like a Skyacht Personal Blimp.
Hopefully the forces of self-hatred will shortly be able to overcome the forces of legitimate illness and I'll be able to join the rest of the mojo-less before the sun fucks off again for another 90 months.
I've spent the winter doing fuck all apart from my commute, and I've since spent almost a month in bed under the tyranny of "complete rest".
As a result of this, my legs have turned to cheese noodles and my body - expecting to be fed the diet of a regular cyclist regardless of its activity level - is now shaped like a Skyacht Personal Blimp.
Hopefully the forces of self-hatred will shortly be able to overcome the forces of legitimate illness and I'll be able to join the rest of the mojo-less before the sun fucks off again for another 90 months.