I can do the Freddie. I cannot do the Smurf.

Friday and I'm leaving early (Yay!) to go to a memorial service (Sad, and silent and not exclamation-point-worthy). My working day will be made even shorter by the fact that I *need* to run at least three miles , I think, just for stress-balancing purposes. It is very cold here (windchill puts the temperature into the neighborhood of -30. Ugh.) so whatever running gets done is going to be indoors. I'm digging the track lately, so thats the plan right now. Perhaps some more of those lovely intervals.
Yesterday was a ride-the-bike day in my little exercise world. I have to say that I am still not thrilled with biking, at least in the indoor, stationary context. If I ride the stationary bike for more than 20 minutes or so my feet and butt begin to go to sleep, which is uncomfortable, and I think says generally bad things about the level of physical activity generally involved. irregardless, after my last injury, the PT guy told me that part of the reason for my injury was the fact that I wasn't doing any cross-training, so the bike stays. I may replace one day a week of biking with swimming, eventually, but like a tool I have again hurt my arm trying to lift too much weight (I am such a continual idiot about this: I keep expecting it to go away or get better and it is screaming "moron! there is a metal plate in here that does not bend that way!" Grrrr.) so at the moment I don't think I could manage even an easy crawl stroke.