The hacking started sometime around the 22nd of November. Coughs and phlegm punctuate our conversations. One of the three of us has been sick for the entire month of December. The days are short, the weather is cold, and I’ve not been on my bike since November 7th. This is becoming a drag.
That ride on November 7th was a great solo ride. I’d received word of my new job offer on that ride. It was a glorious day with temps climbing into the mid 60s by the end of the ride. I expected that I’d be riding the rest of the month and then throughout December. I’d not counted on sickness and cold weather getting in the way.
The truth is, I probably could have ridden more despite the cold, if it weren’t for the sickness. For three weeks, breathing was labored just sitting around. The idea of actually getting the lungs pumping was well, out of the question. But the real stumbler has been the new job.
I’ve admitted it before: I am a consummate perfectionist. When I started my last job, I stressed so hard over doing a good job that I developed migraines among other aliments that lasted for months. I hoped not to repeat that performance when I started this job, and I’ve been relatively successful, but I’ve put forth a full court press for sure. There has not been a lot of down time.
So, I find myself here, the day after Christmas, looking out the window of my office at snow starting to softly fall in the cold winter air, and I’m looking forward to April. I’m hoping that I will be back out on the bike, and that I’ll be able to find some coverage of the Tour de Flanders. That will indicate the kickoff of another great season of cycling.