Of course, just as I start getting into a good training rhythm, I get sick.
It came on gradually. It started Tuesday with a sore throat. Wednesday started the occasional cough. I kept hoping it was some kind of late-season allergy. Thursday I felt like I was being stabbed in the throat when I tried to talk. Today, I'm in full-on cold mode.
I've done a couple of light rides just to help me feel better mentally, but I haven't lifted since Monday and I have not done any serious interval work all week.
The timing could not be worse. With Shelli's surgery in just over a week, she cannot get sick right now. So I'm trying my best to keep my germs to myself.
