That’s right, my friends.  At 4:30 am, when I woke, my weight was 177 pounds.

By 1 pm I weighed 171 pounds.

Sadly, this was only because I was sicker than a dog with a nasty stomach bug.  The weight was mostly back by the time I woke up this morning.  Call it 175.

Unfortunately this was only because I was sick.  Not a little bit sick, I was hit.  I’ll save the descriptions.

Against common sense, I ate some pizza for dinner.  I expected that would put me over the edge but it didn’t.  I began feeling better immediately.  I ate slowly, and only two slices, at first.  Once my stomach had time to settle, I ate again.  And again.

I sweated it out last night.

My friends, I rode 106 miles today.  It sucked and it was hard and I wanted to quit a time or five, but I got it done.  I’ve got another 100 tomorrow.

I’ll have to play this by ear, of course.  I want to be mindful of my health, but so far, so good.