Six. Fucking. Miles. I've probably never gone six miles on a bike in my life, much less all at once. Six miles...I can't even get my head to understand that. I know, I know, to some of you healthy people, that's nothing, you probably do six miles unconsciously while you sleep. but, big-ass fat man that I am, that's a trek, especially when it was going from doing nothing to doing six miles on a bike. Not all flat miles, either; I'm not saying this was mountain biking, or even very steep, but, again, for me, this was a major undertaking.
In the end? I feel pretty damn good. Sure, a little sore, that's to be expected. But with some cool-down time, that's wearing off, and I feel good. Good enough to do six miles all the time, well, not yet. Thinking we'll start by doing three for a bit, and build up. Still, it's hard to believe I'm saying it, but I feel good. So, twice a week, we'll meet up and ride, and that'll help us both slim down.
For now, though...my apartments have finally opened the pool, and it looks VERY inviting.