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Revisited: "Exercise"

As usual for Sundays, I picked an older entry at random to take another look at. This one's old, indeed, as these things go, from January of 2008. It's just a short personal update, so feel free to ignore it. I did: "Exercise" 

I don't even recognize the person who wrote that. I assume it was a past version of me, someone who lived in my house and drank my beer.

Not that I don't still have intermittent back problems, but I've given up on a lot of things, fixing my back being one of them, and swimming being another.

I realize that other peoples' dreams are about the most boring things to relate, but since we're talking about exercise, I remembered that I keep having dreams about riding a bicycle. Not a motorcycle, but, like, a mountain bike or a 10-speed—something that I absolutely can't do now. It is, therefore, the only form of exercise that I actually want to do and no, a stationary bike won't cut it.

They say you never forget how to ride a bike. I'm betting those dreams are just my brain making sure that's true.