I have another sign of the disease that is aging.

I normally exercise by doing part of my commute into work by bicycle. By selecting my parking spot, I can adjust how far I bicycle up to and rarely including parking in my own garage. I do this every weekday for 10 rides per week.

I've done this for years, ramping the distance up over a month or so until I hit a goodly amount and a sustainable rate of exercise. This is usually 2x 15 minute hard rides 5 days per week.

This year, I've been riding since mid-April. But those Friday commutes have been tough.

Last week, I had a flat tire Wednesday morning and missed a commute. I fixed it, but Thursday had a dreary rain all day. Then I took Friday off from work, with the best intentions in the world to make up for missed rides on the weekend. It didn't happen.

So, bright, sunny and warm this morning and out came the bike. I cranked like a demon, shaving a full minute off my time from the same parking space, with less apparent effort. Ahhh.

I just needed more recovery time. Dang. I'm going to have to change my exercise habits to build more recovery time into it. I'm just not bouncing back as well as I used to.

Now I've got to find out whether my body wants a 4-3 pattern or something more complicated like a 2-1-2-2.