Exercising

It is a little pathetic how out of shape I am. I did a bikeride today (Probably about.. 5-6 miles? ) which, on a bike, isn't -that- far.

However, On the way home. (For those of you who don't know, I lived on wenig, the street kennedy's on, only at the top of the 3 huge hills) so going anywhere is great, it's nearly all downhill! But comming home... well, The middle hill is hell. It's huge. It has a crap-load of gravel on it now from all the rain washing it down, and, of course, after the first 10 feet of momentum from the short downhill before it, it's a painful climb.

I thought I was going to die.

Now, I had biked nearly 6 miles at this point, and I am sick- (or I have horrible allergys, I haven't decided which I rather choose, but since I am going for pity, I'll say sick)- and i have to get up this hill, while just previously going up about 4 uphills, and already dying of breath... and then I have to climb it.

I am proud to say I made it. I am not proud though to say that, while I -did- make it, I nearly died.

Then again, I don't like exercising. I don't think it's particuarly fun... More of a hassle than anything, really. :(