Oh life. I am usually passionate about pursuing you but sometimes I think you try to wear me down.
I have been riding, but not enough. I took a rest day last week, the day after a bug sent me home from work. I snuck a 50 min ride in last Friday, but it barely felt like a warm up. And Wednesday Gail and I made it out for a fast 22 miles before she had to run to work. So yes, I’ve been riding, but somehow I feel like I’m backpedaling.
And as I write this, I am again, the victim of a bug. I toughed out the day at work, but haven’t felt this nauseous since I was pregnant. I’ve spent a good deal of the day in the restroom. And my stomach just keeps its gurgle, stab, gurgle dance going.
Tomorrow I have the day off, and originally, I planned on riding in the morning. Now I’m not so sure. I am doing little 20 mile rides when I want to be banking 30, 40, 50 or more miles a shot. Not enough time, bad weather, stomach viruses, flat tires, and its only May.
Here’s hoping for a calm tummy in the morning.