February, gone. What happened in February? My plan to ride my bike to heal my back pain was short-lived, maybe a few days into the month until I asked myself what I was doing on a bike when I could hardly walk. Also, when I thought about it, except for the pain and disability, I was sort of enjoying not having to do anything. Part of me looked forward to being able to take the dog for a three-mile walk in the morning again; part of me relished the freedom of zero obligation and exercise. I got three epidurals.