I've ridden every day. Today I went out and rode the bike twice. I'm not as out of breath, my heart is not pounding, but my thighs are still burning like fire. I'm having a lot of fun doing this. I enjoy the wind in my face and feeling the sun. And it's like I get some much needed time alone to think.
I feel a little funny when a car goes by, or I pass someone in their yard, because I wonder how bad I look perched on the bike as big as I am. But then I tell myself that at least I'm working on doing something about it, and what do I care what they think anyway?
I think riding this single speed is very hard, but I've never ridden a bike with gears. I haven't bought any bike clothes, but did get a helmet. I am excited that I found a kind of exercise that is actually fun. Can a fat lady ride? Well, she's riding!