So, the husband reeeaaaally needs to get his ass to the gym, especially since his only form of activity, cardiac rehab, (can't even call it exercise) finished up right around the holidays. So, I've been taking him to the Y and while he does his thing on the reclining bike I will hop onto another piece of equipment. Not sure why, but I was trying to do my thing on the elliptical trainer, until my right knee started to scream and scream, so I hopped onto the bike to get the pressure off the knee. But not just any bike, I hopped onto the expresso bike! Oh, expresso bike, how I missed you and did not even know it! I got reacquainted with my old friend yesterday. At first I was hesitant and unsure what to do, after all, it has been quite some time. I wasn't even sure how much I would be able to do! But, I decided to throw caution to the wind and attempt an old favorite 7+ mile route and 30 minutes later I was sweating like I meant it, had beaten the pacer by about a minute and I was totally smiling ear to ear. Yeah, it might be premature to say "I am back on the horse" but not innaccurate to say I am standing in the barn caressing the horse's nose.