Usually at this time of day on a Saturday, I am enjoying my post ride drink and mentally preparing to regale you with tales of the ride. Sadly this is not the case today. Sadly too, I cannot put the excuse at the feet of some family event that required my attendance. Instead, I have to admit that I got sick. A cough earlier in the week, exacerbated by late night carousing no doubt, seemed to get better, only to blossom into a full blown cold or something–I don’t want to call it the flu for fear that I might be right.
So, this morning, I decided to stay in bed and hopefully heal. This is not something I am particularly good at. Keeping moving is much easier than staying at rest. I slept in, but not epically. I took the medicine, but I am not sure of its effects.
When I couldn’t sleep, I watched some crap I had left on the PVR. It’s amazing how many shows I gave up on before they finished. I also managed to watch the final of stage 20 of the Tour de France–so it wasn’t a complete write off.
So, there is no Perfect Moment in all of this. How could there be? I have relished getting out on my bike at least once a week for most of this summer. I have been getting stronger despite only getting one good ride in per week.
Hopefully, by the end of day, there will be a Perfect Moment. Until then…..