I have been on this thing for the past two weeks. I have been fairly polite and calling it a bike, but lately I have started to resort in calling it a few harsher names. I have ultimately ended calling this thing the bum numb. There is a really good reason for it. Imagine sitting on a concrete block like this one for 40 minutes.
My rear is so numb by the end of it that I don't know if feeling will ever come back to it. My legs feel like jelly for about the next hour. My stomach is sore from using those muscles. I drink an entire 20 oz bottle of water during that time. There is apparently a faucet on the top of my head because I am just sweating buckets.
I know there is a plan for me and I look forward to it. The stress fracture I have will not keep me down. I may not be able to walk and do the other things that my cohorts are doing. I was told there are other things I can do that are just as effective and even harder than what they are doing. So yippee :).
I feel like Jack Nicholson in the Shining, sitting at the typewriter. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. For me it is more like trust the system. Just keep repeating it because I know it is true. I haven't had the urge to take an ax to my pantry looking for the Twinkies.