
Last night I spent some time down in the basement cleaning the Cervelo. Although the northshore ride scheduled for today was to include some off-road sections, the weather was sure to be cool and clear, and besides, I figured the bike-cleaning ritual might net me a little luck in the toothache department. I really wanted to ride. Alas, it was not to be. I awoke to a severely painful tooth that had now progressed to the point where anything touching it produced a sharp shock. Bad sign. On the plus side, if there is one, I can now definitively identify the specific tooth that is causing the problem.
I knew immediately that a four hour ride was out of the question, even with a large dose of a banned substances, so I found some 2nd generation cepahalosporin in the 'fridge and started on it since we're probably into the active infection stage at this point. Meanwhile, the Tylenol #3 is not quite doing the job pain-wise.

So I'm sitting here looking out the window at a beautiful sunny day in New Orleans as the empty Carrollton Parade floats make their way down the road to the start of the parade. I just finished setting up the track bike, which I also didn't get to ride this weekend, on the trainer, and I figure I can probably tolerate an hour or so on the damned thing at some point this afternoon. At this point, I'm actually looking forward to a root canal!
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