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Don't Rush It.

The last two days I bailed on workouts early.

I got plenty of sleep and didn't feel any worse initially than I usually do, but a few minutes in I knew it wasn't going to go well. Nothing was going to change it. I had a sprint or two in me, and that was about it. Riding 'meh' for an extended period just doesn't do it for me, so I took my ball and went home.

I don't want to prolong this any longer than I have to. I can put my head down and gut through it, but that will just make things worse. Right now I'm maintaining my squiggly line equilibrium after a week of losses, so that's going to have to do.

Today I was light-headed for a while afterwards, and that kinda scared me. It tells me this could drag on for a while. Of course, my list of targeted road races for January and February is pretty short, so I think I can adjust my schedule to accommodate a minor hiccup or three in the interests of long-term health.

That said, sometimes it's hard for me to tell…

Not Bad, Not Good.

Monday went better than Saturday.

I woke up feeling not completely horrible, which was an improvement. The hacking cough, while less frequent, still clung to my wheel like an unwelcome drafter. The general sense of fatigue still wrapped my entire body. I wanted nothing more than to spend yet another day in bed, but it was time to start moving before I grew roots. Nothing major, but I needed to see what was possible and sustainable.

After sitting around in my kit, I finally forced myself onto the bike. It's probably going to tweet #MeToo, because I don't think either one of us were really interested. I started off slow, but eventually I discovered it wasn't quite as bad as it was the last time. I even went for a couple sprints, just to see how bad I could make things. The first one went well enough, but the second left me barely able to pedal. I took the hint and rode easy for the rest of the time.

When it was time to stop, I unclipped, stepped off, and draped my body over the…

Not The Brightest Move.

Watching the TrainingPeaks squiggly lines trenddown instead of up was too hard, so at the first parting of the flu clouds, I kitted up. I walked downstairs and sat down in my computer chair to put on my shoes. Three hours later I actually got on the bike. I literally sat there, fully kitted, for three hours. 

My body was trying to tell me something.

Eventually I was able to ignore it, and I went into the garage to see if I could make the pedals go roundy-round. It soon became evident that I could, but it wasn't all that easy. In fact, I would say that was the hardest 75 minutes of Zone 2 riding I've ever done. When I got off, I felt dizzy. I could barely walk. I started coughing uncontrollably, and pretty much crawled my way out of the garage.

The rest of the day was spent hogging the Christmas hammock and counting the minutes until the next round of medicine.

I should have listened.

The next day, Sunday, I didn't even consider going to The Dome. I wasn't conta…

It's Bad.

Last year I got the flu, toughed it out, and got my whole cubicle farm sick. 

This year I went in early, found out I had the flu, and was put on quarters for a couple days.

When the two days were over, I called up my boss and told him I was taking a day of leave on Friday so I wouldn't get anyone outside of my family sick. That's when I leaned two things:
My boss was now showing symptoms, and several other people within the organization were also sick. The bright side to this was that, unlike last year, I was not identified as Patient Zero. Someone else took up that mantle, and I am merely a victim this time around.We already had Friday off. I have to be pretty sick not to realize there was a PACAF Family Day coming up. I had even forgot about Martin Luther King's birthday on Monday. I was flat out of it.I decided right then that I was skipping Mighty Mites this week. Even if I felt 100% better, I would still be risking slowing my recovery by playing  on the hill. As sick as …

Not.

I just finished day three of the flu, day two of not getting on the bike.

The only virtual world I'm frequenting is Netflix.

The intervals I care about are the times between medication doses.

All I need to do to make myself hurt is brush up against some air.

This sucks.

I had just leveled off onto a sustainable training volume/intensity on TrainingPeaks, and now I'm watching it dribble away. The Type A side of me wants to get on and only do an "easy ride" to slow the plummet, but then I move and am reminded why that isn't possible at the moment.

Mainly I just sleep.

I'd like to believe that I will be well-rested when I get back, but the truth is that I'll be stale and still recovering. I'll probably take weeks to get back to where I was. That's the brutal reality I'm facing. 

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go back to bed. Typing hurts too much.

Flu.

A couple days ago I started coughing at work, which is never a good sign.

Yesterday morning I woke up to alternating body aches and sweats, and the hacking cough had gotten much, much worse.

Yesterday afternoon I went in to see the doctor, and they shoved a q-tip up my nose and then told me I had the flu.

Yay.

'Tis the season.

Fitness?

Every year for the past 26 years, I've done some form of a fitness test.

Early on, it was a bike test and a height/weight test, the former I was perpetually in danger of failing. It wasn't so much the concept of riding a bike or even my general fitness (which was starting to take a dive), but rather simple test anxiety. As soon as I would get on the stationary bike and words like "bike" or "test" were mentioned, my heart rate would shoot through the roof and I'd fail before I ever started. It would just be outside of the expected parameters, and the algorithms just wouldn't adapt. It wasn't a rare occurrence, and eventually methods were developed to "beat" the test. Mostly it was about breathing control, not fitness. They fiddled with the program for years before abandoning the bike, because it just wasn't an effective gauge of how "fit" a person was.

Replacing it later was a run, pushups, sit-ups, and an abdominal measurem…