So today was a rest day from running. I decided to be proactive and jump on my bike (a great way to get in some exercise on a 'rest day'). But I got 7 minutes into my route when my back tire essentially gave up on life.
I mean, this sucker was flat out depressed. So I walked my sad bike home and tried to pump some air into it.
No dice. I didn't take the time to examine it because a swarm of mosquitoes were feasting on me, but it must have a hole in it. The tire wasn't taking ANY air.
So until I get that fixed, my rest days will truly be filled with resting, or trips to the pool for laps. Yipee.
I hope everyone else had a lovely Father's Day!