I had forgotten what feeling really sick felt like. What fluey and stiff and sore and sick really felt like. What it felt like to physically get knocked on my ass.
Quassy was a fun one, but it was really wet and cold. And I was out there for a long time. Pre-race, race, and post-race, then the next day out volunteering (and eventually getting rained on again). Wednesday morning I woke up and felt a bit short of breath, Thursday I just felt really rundown and ended up sleeping in. Friday I woke up with a sore throat and as the day wore on, started eating more and more advil. And all of this was happening before the weekend I was really looking forward to.
Saturday was supposed to be just a chill bike ride, brewing some beer that I had won supporting charity (a liver charity no less), and a friend’s birthday party. Of those, I only got to the beer brewing. To be honest, had my weekend schedule not been hectic and had it been possible to reschedule, I probably should have. But I didn’t because my schedule is crazy (between racing and trips up to NH to bask in the amazingness of the area and warmth of my parents’ love and because we had planned this in advance. So I drove down to Weymouth (first time on the South Shore… that’s the South Shore, right?) and we (Critical Mass and I) set about brewing a ridiculously hoppy IPA (still need name ideas… maybe that’ll be the privze for Portland?) — 10 gallons of which will be mine, so I’m going to need some help drinking it. As the day wore on, I felt worse and worse, to the point where I left earlier than I wanted to, knowing that cycling was out of the picture and the party was pretty much also out of the picture. And in the end, they both were. I passed out in my bed, alternating between freezing and sweating for 2 hours, then moved upstairs to the couch to watch the Stanley Cup and Eastern Conference Finals (only after the Devils beat the Kings). All the time just sweating or freezing and never quite comfortable…
Today I was supposed to help Joe from 1BandId at the Marlboro Tri, but spoke with him last night and had to withdraw. I hated letting him down, but he understood how sick I was. Today was more of the same: lying on the couch, showering, and more lying on the couch. Finally got out to spend some time with my brother (all of an hour) and start a new book… but still, I’d rather be ok.