A cold. Maybe some springtime allergies. Whatever it is, I still have it. The night before beginning our journey to rideATAXIA NorCal, the post-nasal junk started, rating level; “mildly annoying”. As we neared Davis, California, the situation elevated to: “Ugh, I can’t be sick, I have to crank out 40 miles tomorrow morning!”.
Sucking down vitamins and flood levels of water, I managed to pull the ride out of somewhere (full post covering rideATAXIA Norcal will be coming next!), and was able to keep myself somewhat functional through the rest of the day, and most of the next, before complete head-cold/allergy mayhem took over. The drive home was miserable and that was when I wasn’t concerned with my head popping with the enthusiasm of a three day old balloon. Monday was scheduled off from work, then I had to call in sick days (a rare occasion for me) Tuesday and Wednesday, worked from home on Thursday, and had relieved enough pressure to make it into the office on Friday.
With the weekend at hand, I doubled-down on the sleep again, while the plague persisted. By yesterday (Sunday), having gone a week without any riding, the situation was getting desperate. Starting with going through Lowly (the trike), and performing a quick maintenance/cleanup after the ride last weekend and journey back north on the rack, I started building some energy. With the clean-up job done, and full of motivation (also snot), I suited up, filled the camelbak and an extra bottle with ice and Fluid, then set out for a hopeful head and restless leg clearing pedal, in the 100 degree afternoon.
In my former years of upright, or DF (diamond frame, as they call them) riding, I felt capable of laying claim to being one of the best snot-rocket launchers around. With your bent forward, head down posture, wind and particulates rushing through your sinus passageways, the situation was prime. With little effort, you could raise your finger to close off one nostril, turn your head slightly the opposite direction, and launch your doomsday rocket of snot.
And then I started riding a recumbent. With my laid back position, I find the snot drains down the back of the nasal passageway. When my missile bays finally do report ready to fire, the slight head tilt to the side that worked so well before, now ends in a misfire with the payload on my shoulder and arm. Alright DF bikers, you win this round.
While my snot evacuation routine fell short, and the ride was slow and laborious with restricted airways (I felt like taking a nap when I stopped at the turnaround point), it still felt good to be out, moving again. I’ve realized that not only does my body need regular exercise, so does my creative mind. Over this last week of extreme congestion, I kept building the base of blog posts (I have a fairly robust collection of pictures uploaded and ready to add), but could never seem to muster the energy to do the actual writing.
Well, so begins another day. My head is still congested, but I will be riding again after work today. Like so many things in life, I can’t afford to sit around waiting for this situation to sort itself out. Adapt, continue, thrive, kippitmoving.