What Goes Up, Must Come Down

On Monday, I felt a cold coming on. By Tuesday, I had a cold, but went and raced the RMR anyway. On Wednesday, I thought I would ride through my cold and went out to do some intervals. The intervals were cut short when I couldn't breathe. Yesterday, my head felt like it would explode and my cold got worse. Today, I'm not riding, I'm not working, I'm not doing much at all except for exorcising my cold, which includes gargling listerene and shooting salt water through my sinuses. I doubt I'll be able to race tomorrow.

It's a fine balance. When you're in a build phase, trying to coax your body to a new level, sometimes it rebels or simply can't handle it. In my case, I pushed it a little too far and probably compromised my immmune system. Or perhaps my body decided I was taking it for granted, flogging it on hill repeats and the like, and simply decided it needed a break. It makes me realize how much I take health for granted. For example, even now I'm moaning and groaning over a simple cold, but there are others who are coping with much more serious things, i.e., Fatcyclist. Health and fitness really is a combination of luck, work, and blessing.

On another front, last night I had a weird dream. Clintster contacted me and told me that two teams had complained about me riding erratically and dangerously and that they were going to sue me for damages. I responded they wouldn't win because no one crashed and there weren't any damages suffered. He responded that the UCA was going to suspend me from racing in UCA races for 1 day -- yes, one whole day. Weird.