It's been a day.  I made it over to the "gym" in our neighborhood clubhouse. It's not big, but it has two treadmills, an elliptical, weights, and two stair-masters.  I was hoping that there'd be an exercise bike that I could hop on and use for biking, but no such luck.  Instead I jumped on one of the stair masters and pumped my way through four miles.  My legs were like jelly after the hour of walking, but I did it, burning more than 830 calories.  My husband is going to set up the trainer with my bike in the living room so tomorrow I can ride and get used to shifting, so when we ride on the weekends, the hills won't be my formidable enemy.  I hate hills. Last summer, we went camping at John Bryan, brought our bikes, and rode to Young's Dairy.  It was  a lot of fun, except for all the HILLS.  They're steep and tall and hard to get up!  Hey, give me a break, it was my first summer back on a bike since I was sixteen.  I still haven't gotten used to it completely, but I enjoyed biking as a kid, and I know it will be good for me.  Especially if I can overcome those hills.