My vaccine flu is hanging on… you know what, it’s Easter, I’m not saying anything bad about anything. Let’s just say, it won’t let go. I’ve been off Tylenol for a couple of days, and I feel like my normal self the vast majority of the time, there are simply periods of time where, as good as I may feel, it’s just enough to let me know I’m not quite over the finish line yet.
Friday night was an interesting night of sleep for me. I rode Friday evening with Chucker and it was quite chilly. On finishing the ride, after feeling reasonably good all day, the chills started when I got in the shower. Then the sweating, then the pain hit (though the pain wasn’t near as intense as it had been days ago). I slept like a rock till 2 am when I woke, took a couple of Tylenol, then sat on the couch to watch a movie, figuring I’d be up the rest of the night. I fell asleep on the couch and didn’t wake up till 7am (!) and I felt good.
I was nervous about the days’ ride, though. We were going to do 62-1/2 miles and it was going to start out chilly but warm up a little over the few hours we’d be out riding. The wind was strong out of the south southwest – 15-mph (24 km/h). I tried to push the negativity to the back of my mind while I readied the bikes, ate some breakfast, and dressed to roll.
The ride started out ugly (I’m going to refrain from using names to protect the guilty). The lead guy was right on the white line, leaving no draft for the six behind. He went off the front almost immediately and the rest of us formed up so we would get a little draft. Another took a mile, then I did before falling back. At the back, one of the guys was literally riding the white line. No draft. The guy in front of him was a bike and a half off the others… I simply jumped the two of those guys and cut in line. I was fourth bike now. This kind of thing happens regularly until the group forms up. Under normal circumstances, it’s really not that big a deal. With the vaccine reaction, I ran thin on patience and energy almost immediately.
Then, one of the guys pulled off the front. Third bike, my wife at the helm. Almost immediately, it was decided to catch the guy off the front. The pace quickened and another guy went around my wife because, apparently, he didn’t think she was catching up fast enough. Second bike. In a quarter-mile I went from last bike to second without any rest.
I didn’t even say anything. I checked my radar, then up the road, and pulled out of the line. I turned around and said something to one of the guys and headed for home.
Originally, I’d figured I’d ride by myself, but as I hit the first mile south into the wind, I thought better of it. I turned around and went home. I wasn’t going to suffer a relapse in my vaccine reaction riding in that crap. My wife called to find out what happened and I explained that I just didn’t have the energy to deal with that crap.
Twenty minutes later, I was asleep on the couch.
An hour later, I was up, showered, and on my way to the bike shop where I picked up a Varia taillight for my wife, a mount for the light, and a new helmet for me (more on that another post). I felt awesome after my nap but never bothered to go back out for my ride. The sun came out on the way home, though, and the weather went from cool, cloudy and windy, to sunny, windy and quite nice. I took another nap.
I felt great all day, till about 4pm, when I couldn’t take it anymore. It was too nice outside. Sunny, low 60’s (17 C), still windy, but at that temp, who cares?
I prepped my Venge and went for an awesome, solo 22-miler. I shed my arm warmers and my light cap after five miles. Into the wind, I just relaxed and spun the cranks. With a tailwind, I’d pick up the pace, but not by much. I just enjoyed the sun and the ride… and my new helmet, which is amazing.
There was no relapse after the ride. No chills, no shivers, no sweating, and no Tylenol. I ended up with 30 miles on the day and, while I probably could have stayed with the gang, I’m glad I went out on my own. I’m close to back to normal, and I’m glad. I’ve had about enough of this crap! This was only supposed to last two days. It’s been a week.
Anyway, Happy Easter, my friends. And remember, as bad as things can get, it’s not Pontius Pilate bad:
PP: “Hey, what’s up?”
Bob: “Uh, the tomb is empty, and nobody broke in to steal the body of Jesus. It was sealed and stayed sealed, but the body is literally gone.”
PP: “Wait, what?”
PP: “You mean that really was the son of God!? And you losers made me kill him? Oh, $#!+.”
Look at the bright side; It’s never going to be “I killed the son of God” bad.