Every Day May Update

Folks, May has come and gone.  So has most of June.  But I don't want to let our experiment with getting aboard a bike every day for a month fade into the Summer air without comment.  What I'd like most is to hear from those of you who tried it in the comment section below.  There's no praise or shame here, just the dispassionate reporting of scientific endeavor--so cough up the details.  I will, of course, have to begin the whole thing with my own data. 
For myself, the experiment could have easily been renamed "Hardly-Any-Days-May."  The first week went well--I was astride the bike at some point in each day.  Some of it was for good, lusty springtime rides where I could shake off the stale stink of our winter of garage sessions.  Other times I just climbed aboard a bike and headed off to Starbucks.  One night, having had no reason to take a long ride that day, I just got aboard the bike and went off for a spin around the block.  I thought I would feel silly, but instead I felt that even that brief spin cleared my head and cheered me up.  The experiment seemed virtuous and habit-forming.

But then, shortly after that, I got some shingles.

Not the useful kind

I got the kind of shingles you don't want, the sleeper-cell sneak-attack kind.  The kind where the chicken pox virus of your 4/5ths-forgotten youth blasts up out of your nerve tissue and ravages both your skin and your sanity.  So, despite one long, pleasant ride scouting the century route with my man Jasper, May essentially got written off as a month for cycling.  Which sucks, and is disappointing, and all the rest you might expect me to say, but I don't want to dwell on it. It was, after all, not a test of the self but an experiment.  I liked it.  I learned some stuff.  That's enough.

So, readers, how did it go for you?  Tell me of your May.  I'm especially curious, of course, to know if anybody actually had an everyday May.  I'm afraid you actually had to spin up the bike each day of the month to get credit for that--no banking extra rides against rainy days.  That repetition was the nature of the experiment, much more than miles or hours or speeds or any of the other numbers by which we catalog our cycling.  Remember, no success or failure here--I had to edit that word out of the paragraph above--just data.  It was an experiment.  How did it go for you?