
The lethargy showed on the scale, too. My mid-month weigh-in put me back in the clydesdale club at exactly 200 pounds. I managed to lose some of that, but I always seem to bounce right off the 190 pound mark. So much for the downward trend. I stopped riding with weight loss as my primary goal back in December of last year, so I'll just keep riding along and having fun doing it. It doesn't matter how much I weigh, really. I know I'm healthier now than I've been since high school. I'm just a numbers freak that likes to keep track of as many metrics as possible.
What's in store for November? I just want to clear 4,000 miles for the year (that would mean riding 300 miles), get acclimated to the cold, and know when to make compromises using public transportation if I feel like I'm going to get sick. That's a tough game, because at any given moment I could be forced to sit shoulder-to-shoulder with a hacking, wheezing, sniffling, coughing nincompoop that doesn't know the first thing about courtesy. Twice last winter, public transit riders got me sick.
So, there you have it. That was my October at a glance.
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