The misery continues, I still feel like EFFING crap. I decided that I was going to suck it up and climb on the bike this morning and had huge aspirations for the ride. A miserable 22 miles later I pulled back into the garage and it took me about a solid 20 minutes just to catch my breath. Legs felt great, but this plague has moved from a head cold into my chest. How do I know this? Could have something to do with the near seizure like coughing fit I had whilst riding. I was really hoping to take advantage of the vacant Holiday streets this morning and go for some serious distance, but it was not to be. The streets were quite bare today though…eerily bare. There were some sections of the ride that I actually missed having cars pass me. Like the section devoid of street lights that finds you passing a cemetery….in the dark…..creepy. No animal attacks today though, I suppose the vermin is also on holiday.
If you need me I will be in bed….so don’t need me.