As many of you know I was into a really good walking program.  I was doing a legit forty five miles a week with the dogs.  On March 24th my left foot blew up... Plantar Fasciitis.  For six weeks I was unable to dog walk at all.  I'm doing it now but on a limited basis. 
    I could have been working out for those six weeks I was nursing my foot if I'd had a stationary bike.  So I bought one, a Yosuda.  It arrived last Wednesday and dyslexic Rat Man had it together in two hours.  It probably would have taken any of you one. 
    It's heavy, solid steel, apparently well made, and stable.  I will use it every day until some other old person's bullshit injury pops up and I'm unable to.  I'm still going to try to get the walking back up to where it was but if my decrepit old carcass won't allow me to I should still be able to ride the bike.  This bike will absolutely not become a fancy clothes hanger.  Most of you know how cheap I am.  I'm not about to spend three hundred and fifty bucks on something and not use it. 
    There was a nice Schwinn recumbent bike I was looking at but it had a lot of superfluous electronics on it that I really don't need. My coach has always been in my own head.  They drove its price up to a hundred and fifty more than the Yosuda, which has a simple but adequate monitor. 

Thought we were going to see a dog picture when I click on this post. 

Hope the foot heals up!

Very cool RM. And a bonus being you can do it just as easily on those winter days.

   Today marks one month of the torture bike.  I've only missed one day of using it.  Though I might have lost a couple of pounds and tightened up a bit t's too soon to expect any noticeable physical changes. It kicks my old arse royally which is what I need.  If I just keep hammering away it will work.

   All was going well.  I worked out without missing a day for two and a half months.  Then a week ago my right knee blew out... my good knee. It seems to be slowly healing. Hopefully I won't lose that much time.  At least I'm functional.  This is what trying to get in shape in your late sixties is about.  You get into a good routine and the miserable old decrepit carcass quits.  After I heal I'm going to try a little less tension on Torture Bike.  I am not defeated.