Today was a biking day. I am not sure I like the bicycle as much as walking. I do like the breeze, but the bicycle seat hurts my derrière. I feel sore after riding it. Is that normal? Maybe there is a seat with more cushion I should look into getting.
Another problem with this way of exercising for depression is that I got burned. My pure pale flesh is now like a cherry, but not the reddest cherries. I look more like a Rainer Cherry.
I was brave today, I wore shorts. I never wears shorts unless I know there is no chance of anyone seeing me. I made sure to wear sunglasses so I would not be recognised. I looked like a spy on a bicycle going to work in shorts.
I am not sure this is helping my depression at all. I do not feel any of my endorphins working. Maybe people with PTSD do not have endorphins or maybe it takes more for it to work. I had the opposite thing happen to me. I came home and cried while I listened to Brian Eno’s album for 1001 Albums You Must Hear Before You Die.
The picture above is the face of depression at the lake.