A little cool front came through last night, dropping the morning temperature into the low 60s. Ordinarily, I'd have expected that to make for some nice riding weather, but as I made my way out to the levee, I knew something wasn't right. Even though I was wearing two jerseys and arm-warmers, I felt abnormally cold. The soreness in my throat was still moving in the general direction of my lungs and I knew I was walking a tightrope just by going out for a ride.
As usual, the pace surged early in the ride and a little gap opened. I took a nice pull and it was looking like we would be able to close the gap without too much trouble. When I pulled off, however, Howard surged past in the crosswind trying to close the gap all at once. I just sat up and thought, "I'm really not up for this today." So I dropped off the back and decided to do my own little ride today rather than risk getting really sick. A few minutes later a couple of the guys rode up from behind so I got in with them and we rode a nice steady paceline all the way out to the little dip where they turned around. I figured I'd continue on a little bit more, and after a while I saw Woody, Tim and a few others on their way back. They had turned around at the Dip, and since they were riding back relatively slowly, I jumped in with them for the return trip. Even though I was being careful not to overextend myself, I still got home feeling a little too chilled and tired.
Well, things kind of slid gradually downhill all day at work, and by afternoon I was clearly running a low grade fever, so at 4:30 I bailed out and headed home to raid the medicine cabinet. Then, as I rode up to the house I noticed that someone had smashed in the side of the car. It had been sitting there parked all day. Just what I needed. I went inside where I found that the cat had thrown up on the carpet after eating that damned green plastic grass crap that The Wife insists on putting into easter baskets. This happens every friggin' year. On the plus side, I then found a note at the front door from the neighbor explaining how she had hit the car while trying to get out of the way of another car that was coming the wrong way down the one-way street. I was impressed that she was considerate enough to leave the note and her insurance information. After calling my own insurance company to file the claim, I then discovered that the hotel in Tuscaloosa had billed me for two rooms even though we had split the charge between Rolan's and my credit cards. I just knew that was going to happen, and I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when they didn't answer the phone when I tried to call them about it tonight.
I think I'll take some more decongestant and a glass of wine and call it a night.
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