Some people get an embarrassment of riches. This summer seems to be my time for an embarrassment of illnesses and injuries. I just can’t seem to catch a break. Last week was a weird rash on my ears and neck, the treatment of which triggered stomach problems. Result — another week off the bike. For the most part, I’ve been able to keep at least walking through the problems, but this week I gave up. I needed to lick my wounds in private.
Through each set back this summer I have recalculated possible training plans for any hopes of doing shorter and shorter routes of the Back Roads Century in the Shenandoah Valley on September 23rd. It seemed like such a great goal. A supposedly well-organized ride in a low traffic scenic area. Then I scheduled my wisdom teeth removal and all final hopes of doing some version of this ride dissolved. Sigh.
I’ve really had enough of this nonsense. This week, the slug starts fighting back. I am slug, hear me roar.