AZ

Well, back to reality for me this week. Actually, it's kind of a relief. I'm cooked. I went a little crazy in Tucson. Now I just have to focus on recovering and getting rid of this damn cold. Never made it to the start of SSAZ. I had early indicators a few days prior when I couldn't get my heartrate up. A good sign of being cooked. I got up on Saturday after hacking and sweating all night and went through the motions like I was going to do it. I got my nutrition and fluids together and went to the garage to tape a tube and some CO2s to my seat post and I knew it wasn't happening. I was dizzy and felt like shit. I'm actually not that upset about it. I did what I had planned on doing in AZ and got in some good miles. Since SSAZ was on my last day there I knew it was a possibility that it wouldn't happen. So on Saturday I did this....

And lots of this....

It actually was nice to do absolutely nothing. Some other fond memories are the super-secret dirt jumps that I found in a neighborhood. They're not really meant for big wheels or for my skills. It still was fun as hell to give them a whirl.



Believe it or not, after a week or so of desert singletrack I started to miss log jumps, slimy rocks, wacky bridges and roots. Crazy, right?

All in all it was a great trip. Can't complain. Yes, I got sick. I do everything I can not get sick. I'm a freakshow in the airport and on the plane. Lotions, potions, wipes, you name it. Short of traveling in a bubble I'm not sure what I can do. I always get sick after being on a plane. A compromised immune system is no fun, what can I say?  Good food, great company and great weather. Not much more I could ask for.

Only If There's Bacon

Now I know what this whole 'overreached' thing feels like. Heard about it. Just never experienced it. Today, I am supposed to be stoked about SSAZ tomorrow. In between weeping during old episodes of House and coughing fits I'm having thoughts about running over my bike with the car and leaving it outside overnight in hopes someone takes off with it. I also keep thinking about bacon. Mmmmm. Bacon. I'm attempting to get together my nutrition for tomorrow's venture. If I can mentally get myself up the street to the start it will be a miracle at this point. I'm fried. The ridunkulous amount of hours/miles has finally broken me. Crazy person. That's all I can say. Add a head cold and inability to breathe and it makes for an even crazier and snottier lunatic.

I looked in my goodie bag and it made me sad. Not sure I can choke down one more thing on the bike. I need something new. Pay Day was my go to out here and now the thought of it is making me want to cry. 

Snickers don't really work in AZ

Maybe I should pack bacon. That may be the only thing that can motivate me to ride at this point.

Happy Feet

So a reflexologist was at the house and said she could help me with my cough and congestion. I've been to a reflexologist years before for a separate issue as a 'Hail Mary' of sorts. I didn't really find that it helped me back then but I decided that it couldn't hurt. Nothing to lose. Today my cough and congestion is still there.  It's not any better.  However, my feet feel fantastic. That in itself was worth it. It was like an hour long foot massage. I feel like going back today for another session. I have a lot of pain in my eyes, ears and nose. My pituitary and small intestine could use a little work, too.