Biking with bunnies is the perfect workout

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>I removed the BP oil spill widget from my blog. I'm still sadden by the whole thing, but it was taking forever to load my blog page. The combination of the video widget and my own pictures was too much. If you still want to look at it, here's the link to the </em><a href="http://www.pbs.org/newshour/rundown/horizon-oil-spill.html"><em>widget</em></a><em>. Today BP is dumping 15 gallons a second into the gulf, and that's by moderate estimates.</em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I finally found my perfect workout last week. In a perfect world I'd do it every day. Unfortunately, it doesn't feel quite so perfect when it rains, and it's raining a lot lately. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Three times last week I biked to the gym in the early morning, did a strength training routine for 50 minutes, then biked home. The round-trip on the bike takes about 40 minutes. Total burned calories according to my heart rate monitor was almost 600 calories.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The best part of the workout is the bike ride, but since I love lifting weights, I don't mind the gym visit. I take great delight in walking past all the boring cardio equipment and getting right into my weight routine. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Unfortunately, today isn't bike riding weather. It's only 52 degrees at 12:30 p.m. and the skies are dark, with rain in the forecast. I'll have to get my cardio workout on an elliptical or some other boring piece of equipment. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My weight is still the same. I just can't seem to lose anything. To be really honest, I'm not trying that hard. I wanted to make 150 by my 55th birthday on August 7, but it's probably not going to happen. Maybe I can make 155. That's the maximum healthy weight for my height, 5' 6, according to Weight Watchers. I know that's really too high so I'm still debating on a healthy weight for me. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A few pictures from the week:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I saw at least 15 - 20 bunnies every day, but capturing a picture is a tricky task. They are fast!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzpqDAreNcTWPPNMogU-0ryne5w8gr7OInywcHWDgS7bdqNmYFty13dT4J5lLGSbtpSaXXm1f1UDT9O4joIIGHHVNy8Xk9QuzFVHFF5Gic01DtismVx4juKE9F0r_M0ohsGXMhH7FeaWrm/s1600/bunny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzpqDAreNcTWPPNMogU-0ryne5w8gr7OInywcHWDgS7bdqNmYFty13dT4J5lLGSbtpSaXXm1f1UDT9O4joIIGHHVNy8Xk9QuzFVHFF5Gic01DtismVx4juKE9F0r_M0ohsGXMhH7FeaWrm/s400/bunny.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Scotch Broom, a noxious weed in King County, Washington. Even though it's a weed and it's everywhere, it's really pretty. Lots of people are allergic to it, but fortunately, it doesn't bother me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirVb5kdg3lOr6hlsWbWhSQuEn5edyDMppB2NDCwTwlLalvlinn029Txs-jU7W8lIUMl6Reqq4PpIW8qQj-Vpc_2BKeqqqwttEkN3QBDrVHVXIWJpHvpmATC6lBctbrJh0Iokb2xy414WAF/s1600/scotch+broom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirVb5kdg3lOr6hlsWbWhSQuEn5edyDMppB2NDCwTwlLalvlinn029Txs-jU7W8lIUMl6Reqq4PpIW8qQj-Vpc_2BKeqqqwttEkN3QBDrVHVXIWJpHvpmATC6lBctbrJh0Iokb2xy414WAF/s400/scotch+broom.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The trail at about 6 a.m. Dark and gloomy looking, but really pretty.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNLzbBZ5NXdhY8L-aNnukNbTz1l8WDC-_Op1SmZX4v29lODJQbF041E2RRpTgBIkbIwVuM8VTqYWIzvwT8cqrSOzVPZ2xBTrmV7LR908EFawtl43jyQ7OjA5k5dIaFsFsUmXB-g3qeiWPt/s1600/the+trail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNLzbBZ5NXdhY8L-aNnukNbTz1l8WDC-_Op1SmZX4v29lODJQbF041E2RRpTgBIkbIwVuM8VTqYWIzvwT8cqrSOzVPZ2xBTrmV7LR908EFawtl43jyQ7OjA5k5dIaFsFsUmXB-g3qeiWPt/s400/the+trail.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Wild roses</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIVffeSLlM1p-ni4XXuXUSGqqzQ0yp-ETsSahwRgW-bWEGrY9SSN6XIkm1LzVAYu1uw5uugEI6PSW191cQyBVP1XMv4zHQHTlYLXyP3hb0AQJ5IctO0TZbw82_vrUxbQZxP0RAja8XMwmv/s1600/roses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIVffeSLlM1p-ni4XXuXUSGqqzQ0yp-ETsSahwRgW-bWEGrY9SSN6XIkm1LzVAYu1uw5uugEI6PSW191cQyBVP1XMv4zHQHTlYLXyP3hb0AQJ5IctO0TZbw82_vrUxbQZxP0RAja8XMwmv/s320/roses.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Me, freezing to death. It was about 50 degrees, but the wind was blowing. The next day I wore gloves with fingers on them. It was so dark because of the cloud cover that the flash went off. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlQUO8UkEvxL-ePIXWU8aMP1HNbm1Q-IIQQueAfyA3xCO4hyzlMrlbxgV06RU3zLMlKw4jrXwBkiMryE7TRI3I1g_4CgAU5h6GjXuQMsDlxYMH86i6lxDTdKgyrgP8M0BueLatj3SQ0RDa/s1600/June+15+021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlQUO8UkEvxL-ePIXWU8aMP1HNbm1Q-IIQQueAfyA3xCO4hyzlMrlbxgV06RU3zLMlKw4jrXwBkiMryE7TRI3I1g_4CgAU5h6GjXuQMsDlxYMH86i6lxDTdKgyrgP8M0BueLatj3SQ0RDa/s400/June+15+021.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>

Biking with bunnies is the perfect workout

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