Last week I took a walk with some co-workers. That walk turned out to be a turning point for me, or at least I hope so. The sides of my calves burned, my face was red, I was out of breath, and once we came back inside, I thought I was going to pass out. My co-workers? Unphased. Out of curiosity, I decided to find out just how long this walk was: 1 mile. One measly mile!

Now that it's spring and the weather is nice, I am angry that I will need to turn down future walks.

So, hence the change! I have a brand new stationary bike I intend to use more often. I was on it yesterday for 21.5 minutes and felt great afterward. The weather is getting nicer and we can take walks around the neighborhood. And maybe in due time, I'll be able to walk that mile without feeling like my head will explode from my heart pounding.