I’m torn: I want to run, but I keep gumping up my Achilles tendon. First the right, back in January. For the last two weeks, the left. I’ve been stretching, just like Mrs. Blocletters suggests. I’m feeling better, but it’s still tender. But, damn if I didn’t look at the treadmill longingly on today’s trip to the gym.

The recumbent bike just doesn’t feel the same.

On the plus side, the bike somehow allows my workout less dependency on a good, driving tempo from the earbuds. It’s given me a chance to catch a couple more episodes of Coffee Break French.