Part 2

"Oh. Them..." said Ruth as I sweated almost over her, wishing her dead before I was. She was looking at the new 'biking' shoes we bought last weekend, as though a dog had dropped them unceremoniously under her nose.
"The..." I said, the shadow of an 'M' taking too much air to actually make it out of my lungs.
She sniffed.
"You'd have to turn the pedals over. Not all the bikes here can do that..."
"OKIdon'care..." I gasped, spinning through a fine red mist and the screams of muscles I have known not at all.
"Were the straps broke last time or summin'?"
I shook my head, gathering oxygen.
"Nnno..." I told her. "'mjustanumpty....didn't put...my feet...in properly..."
"Oh. Well there you are then. Take 'em back, I would, get your money back..." she said, losing interest and turning away.
She turned back, yanked up the resistance on the razorbike and danced out to the middle of our semi-circle again.

Later, when I could see again, I went from spinning to swimming. My legs enjoyed that. Oddly enough, my arms resisted the very idea of moving. Ever again. Don't know what to tell you.

Crawled home and weighed. As with last week, there are two weighs (see what I did there?) of looking at the results.

15 stone 10 pounds.

Which either means I put on two pounds in the space of a week which included a round the world buffet, incredible quantities of dessert and a bit of an explosive foodfest late yesterday...or, for those of you with a sunnier disposition, I've got a four pound head-start on the second half of this Disappearance, given that I expected to be AT LEAST 16 stone this morning...what with all the round the world buffet, incredible quantities of dessert and the explosive foodfest late last night and all...

So giddy-up, pals, we're on the Disappearing Trail...Part 2. And this time, it's personal...