Feverishly cycling

You don't need to cycle one hundred miles to feel like you've cycled that far. I got on my cyclocross bike for my usual commute this morning, but it felt like I was already 20 hours into a 24 hour race.

Last night, the fever caused me to shiver with every movement, so I huddled under covers, blew my nose and drank lots of water.

Today, my fingers and toes felt colder than usual despite boot covers and gloves. My speed was at least 2 mph slower that my usual speed, but it felt tougher. Everything ached: my eyes, back, testicles, quads and Achilles tendons. Good training... I guess.

Exercising with an upper respiratory infection is somewhat controversial. Excessive exercise (whatever that means) with a respiratory infection is known to cause heart inflammation. Not good! Today, it was the equivalent of taking a walk for me, which would have been mentally tough too.

My nose dripped and I did the farmer's sneak. Crap! right on my leg, and some is still on my lip. I wiped off the drips with my glove. Coughs made me almost throw up as the snot dripped down the back of my throat. I'm glad that I am not on the bus where it is hot and packed with people who would be rightly disconcerted by my infected behaviors.

My thoughts go all over the place to the point that I don't even know where I am on the Burke-Gilman Trail. "The body is just a vehicle for the soul" I think. Wow, I must be feverish.

It was a beautiful sunrise with fog over Lake Washington. I'm really looking forward to a fantastic weekend especially our long run on Sunday. Stay tuned for a posting about our Newcastle beach, Cougar Mtn, Squak Mtn, Tiger Mtn route covering 35 miles and 7,000 ft of elevation gain and drop.