Man, my legs ache all the time. I've been riding the exercise bike 2x a day. Legs are nice and rock hard and I stay hot all day from the metabolism boost but I have to say, I am starting to say prayers, while exercising. I want to stop, from the moment I start. For me, there is no such thing as a "runner's high". From the second I begin, I just want to stop more every minute. I ask God to help me keep going and forgive me for being so lazy and wanting to quit. Prayer only helps a little. I look forward to the weekend so I can not ride the darn torture machine. I'm riding a bike that doesn't go anywhere. Yay. The way I figure it, I have about another month and a half of two-a-days, until I can mow the lawn again, with my shirt off and not feel gross and humiliated. I was stretching out, in the shower, this morning and thought "It's a good thing I am not more flexible. If I could touch my toes, I think my fat would flop up, over my head and suffocate me." Note to self: Do not attempt handstands. I started this program before I found out that my brother and his wife will be in Seattle, doing a half triathlon, in August. So it wasn't my vanity over that, that spurred me to exercise. Then I realized it was just my regular, everyday vanity. Not an improvement, in my battle with pride issues. One of my brother's friends had her baby and did a triathlon 9 days later. I want to punch people like that. Although obviously they would then be able to kick my butt 8 different ways and take my lunch money so then I'd probably feel even more useless and lazy, with a side order of soreness. "What happened to your face?" "Chick beat me up." I want to stop exercising but I know if I do, I'll just get worse and then it'll be even harder to get back in shape. [sigh] wish me luck.