Well, Ladies and Gentlemen…
if you think about that into, it is a masterpiece of optimism, since it implies a belief that at least four people will read these words
…I have been watching my physical, mental and emotional condition deteriorate as I suffer from several varieties of stress and, worst of all, a respiratory infection that has kept me out of the saddle my legs turn to jello and my middle expands beyond the proscribed limits.
All of which is a fancy way of saying that I am going bonkers because I haven’t been able to ride my bike. The respiratory problems are clearing up, though…I can almost talk today…and I have great hopes
well, medium hopes
of being able to get some miles this weekend, either on Saturday or Sunday or (miracles really do happen) both!
Life is much less fun when you can't breathe. No bike, no tinwhistle...bummer.
Currently, I am sitting in my office with my bike right behind my chair. This is because I rode it to work way too many days ago and circumstances prevented me from riding home and then more circumstances prevented me from riding at all. My bike has been here all that time, a silent reproach to me. It's amazing how much a bike can say without saying anything at all.
Wish me luck and hopefully I'll be back on the road in a couple of days. Or maybe even tomorrow. Stranger things have happened. I should know. I've written about some of them.
See you on the road.