Funny. Subversive. Anti-role model. Enjoy. Thanks to Bike Hugger for pointing me to this one.
The Sick Cyclist
Huh. Missed my regular Tuesday night post. There’s a reason for it. I’m sick.
Just coming off the high spirits from the birthday ride Sunday — happy to have finished almost a metric century — unsupported — feeling great — I felt it coming on late Monday morning. It started as a headache. Then my sinuses clogged. Then I got a tickle in my throat. As the day wore on, the tickle went away, and an aching rawness replaced it. I medicated myself before bed, and turned in early.
Tuesday it was worse. I slogged my way through the work day, came home and repeated the ritual from the night before. But I must have been more out of it than I thought. When I got home, taking my Tuesday after-work ride was out of the question. After eating, I flopped in front of the TV, never to move until bedtime. I forgot to post something on the blog. I never forget to blog. I worry sometimes (often) that I don’t have anything worth blogging about, but I manage to post some drivel or other.
Then I started looking ahead to the weekend. Now that I’ve broken out of my 40-mile ride limit, can I keep it up? Can I do something over 40, even if it’s not as far as a metric? What if I’m still under the weather when Friday and Saturday roll around?
It’s a question I used to wrestle with when I was a jogger. From time to time, I would do a run with a head cold, and no ill effects seemed to result. But I don’t recall ever going on a bike ride when feeling bad.
The answer is, as is often the case: “It depends.” Dr. Edward Laskowski of the Mayo Clinic says exercising with a head cold can be beneficial. It can open up clogged nasal passages. But the good doctor does qualify his remarks. First, he says, exercise is fine if the illness is “above the neck.” That is, a head cold shouldn’t prevent a person from a workout. Second, that workout should be shorter and less intense than usual. But if your malady is below the neck — chest congestion, hacking cough, upset stomach — fuhgeddaboudit. Exercising with a fever is out of the question, because it can further elevate your already heightened body temperature and make you sicker.
In my case, I feel some fatigue in my body besides my head cold symptoms, so I’m going to lie low. And I’ll take some solace from Dr. Laskowski. He says taking a few days off shouldn’t adversely affect my performance when I resume cycling. So I’m just going to kick back, take some of that codeine-laced cough syrup (yum!) and plan on being back on the roads Friday or Saturday.
Riding My Age
It’s an article of faith for every cyclist: On your birthday, you have to ride your age. (I don’t know how my friends north of the Red River of Texas manage that during winter months — I recall that snow was usually on the ground for my March 4th birthday before I moved down here.)
So, I warned the club after last week’s B ride that I would be doing a birthday ride today, and that everyone was welcome to join. Well, the A riders had their route all mapped out — a variation of one of our popular rides that included some roads we seldom use on our club rides. The B riders decided to tackle some rollers nearby. No one was enthusiastic about attempting 61 miles, so it looked like I would be left on my own.
Then I heard from Bike Noob reader Dan Colvin. He and I had exchanged emails several times over the past few months. It turns out that he discovered Bike Noob and, like some others out there, decided to read backwards through the entire blog — four years’ worth of posts. If nothing else, he should get some kind of medal for that. But Dan was commenting this time on the recent post about favorite websites, and noted that while he’s still trying to figure out his riding style, the idea of going longer distances without trying to set new speed records appealed to him. I suggested if he wanted to get in more miles, he should come along with me. And he did!
We left Starbucks a little before the advertised 8:15 departure time, bundled up against the 48-degree (9C) chill. The morning was glorious — clear, sunny, and very little wind. We made our way east along city streets, then turned south. The pace was comfortable, about 15 mph. We didn’t chat much — the traffic was too heavy to ride side-by-side.
We made it through Buda, then Kyle. Seven miles south of Kyle, Old Stagecoach Road comes to Five-Mile Dam Park, a nice county park on the north edge of San Marcos. We could have gone a little farther, and reached the apartment ghetto for students at nearby Texas State University (Where I am on the faculty), but I opted to turn around at the park. Distance-wise, we’d be fine.

But on the return leg, Dan sensed a problem. He stopped to check his rear tire. “I thought I felt something,” he said, but the tire seemed all right. Several miles later, he said we’d have to stop so he could change his tube. The tire was going down. We stopped. He’s one of those 10-minute tire change guys, so we were almost ready to roll in a short time. But his mini pump wasn’t cooperating. He couldn’t get enough pressure in the tire. I lent him my Topeak Road Morph (the best mini pump going!) and we took turns trying to get the tire pumped up to where it should be. Finally, it showed 7 bar on the tiny pressure gauge. We were rolling again.

By now, the temperature was rising nicely. The chilly temps we had begun the ride with had morphed into nearly summer-like conditions. Dan had shed his vest and arm warmers on the downleg, and I had taken the sleeves off my windbreaker, but now I was uncomfortable. We stopped between Buda and Austin so I could get rid of the wind vest and my leg warmers. It was now about 65 degrees (18C).

The final miles to our starting point were uneventful. Even the traffic was less than usual — a dicey left turn off a busy road into a neighborhood went off without a hitch, because we had no cars bearing down from behind, and nothing oncoming — really unusual for that intersection. We made it back at about 12:30, and I think we both had miles left in us (although Dan had done 70 miles the previous day, so I’m not entirely sure).
It turned out I needed those miles. Our little round trip jaunt gave us 58.1, according to my cyclocomputer. That left me three miles short of riding my age. Dan and I said our goodbyes, and I headed home — but took the long way around to rack up those missing three miles. Total for the day: 61.4. Happy birthday to me.
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