I managed to ride my bike about 5 miles today. I was able to escape while one son was sleeping and the other was at a birthday party, and my husband stayed home and took a nap after running a 17 miler. It was 90 degrees outside and there was really nothing else I could do. (Well, I could have taken a nap, too, but I didn't run 17 miles).
Riding my bike was just like when I was a kid. It was exhilarating. I rode to the bike trail and took it north to Route 161 and then rode back home through neighborhoods. It wasn't exactly like when I was kid; I was much more cautious riding on the roads.
I told my husband that in a week I might be ready to ride to work. My department is setting up a bike room where we can stash our bikes safely. I've already signed up so that I will feel compelled at least to try it. I have to remind myself that I have to ride back home, too, though. Or resort to taking the bus, which isn't so bad, after all.