I feel sad. I felt sad before Tilda passed away, but now it's a bit worse. I think it's normal. It's not like I'm lying in my bed doing nothing. Although that is tempting. We finished the flooring in the office this weekend. It looks good. I know grieving takes time. I know this will pass. I have always disliked December.

I know working out will make me feel better. I don't have the desire to work out. But I know it will make me feel better. I put air in my trainer bike's tires last night, told Thom to make me get on the bike this morning and he did. Making me is him saying, "Hey, weren't you going to work out this morning?" It's more like a nudge.

I did the Ultra Core Full Body DVD. I'm still not using the gearing Coach Troy says. For most of the workout, I'm just keeping it a nice fast spin, cadence between 85 - 90. I varied it a little today to see how my knee would feel - two minutes with the cadence up over 105. That was fun. One minute in big ring and 12, let's hope I don't regret that later today. I've always hated lunges, so I don't mind fast forwarding through those.

Do I feel better? I guess.

V.