Was it our sudden 40 degree drop in temperature we had? Was it pre-Interbike stress? Mid-Interbike extracuricular boozing? The dreaded 58 from Taiwan? Was it some kids germ spreading hand at last weeks soccer game?
I don't know what it was but it has delivered me that almost-wish-it-was-fatal kick in the noggin' head cold. Crushing. My guess is you know the type.
It started with the stinging throat. The kind where it feels like little ants with pins are walking around in your throat poking you at will. They especially poke you when you try to swallow because they know you're trying to kill them. You lay in bed trying to fall asleep while you feel your throat. Sometimes you wonder if it might just seal itself closed.
A day or two later and the ants are gone. They've moved on but something is now clogging your brain. I was going to say worms, but that starts to seem disgusting. Whatever it is, there is a heavy cloud in your head. It dulls your will to do just about anything really. Riding is out of the question as it has gotten to the point that you can't even pretend you aren't sick. You take some ibuprofen and lurk in fog.
Then you start to get the nasal drip. Just how pleasant is that? You don't know when it will hit but it will most likely be when you're in some type of meeting without any Kleenex. You'd use your notebook paper but that has a grim outlook. You start to worry because you know it might make you sneeze at some point and then things could start getting pretty messy.
During all this you've come home and your spouse has told you that now they feel it and you must have given it to them. Denial is definitely the proper course to take here though. In fact, maybe they actually gave it to you right?
And in the end, you just wait. Time will solve this eventually with enough rest, vitamins, liquids, tissues, etc. But in the meantime, a week of not riding a bike has happened and that can't be replaced.
Watch out for those germy hands.
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