Well, I've spent the Christmas holiday under the influence of numerous OTC medications in an apparently futile attempt to hold off this cold. Although I was glad not to have awakened Christmas morning with a sore throat, I was pretty unhappy about the steadily rising fever. Looks like this will cost me a good week's worth of training, but I can at least take some comfort in the fact that the weather has been about as miserable as I. Today was six hours at my mother's house breathing cigarette smoke and feeling lousy with no sign of improvement and hardly any appetite. I did manage to force down a couple of slices of lemon merangue pie and a glass of wine, though.
Riding, racing, and living (if you can call this a life) in New Orleans. "Bike racing is art. Art is driven by passion, by emotions, by unknown thoughts. The blood that pumps through my veins is stirred by emotion. It's the same for every athlete. And that's why we do this." - Chris Carmichael
Monday, December 25, 2006
Under the Influence
Well, I've spent the Christmas holiday under the influence of numerous OTC medications in an apparently futile attempt to hold off this cold. Although I was glad not to have awakened Christmas morning with a sore throat, I was pretty unhappy about the steadily rising fever. Looks like this will cost me a good week's worth of training, but I can at least take some comfort in the fact that the weather has been about as miserable as I. Today was six hours at my mother's house breathing cigarette smoke and feeling lousy with no sign of improvement and hardly any appetite. I did manage to force down a couple of slices of lemon merangue pie and a glass of wine, though.
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