What A Difference A Week Makes

This time last week I was blogging about my trip to Athens and how triumphant I was on Sunday. I had ridden fifty miles, with one flat, and had decided to delay my Monday morning ride due to my shin’s weakness. On Monday afternoon I scrapped the ride because of my shin and my desire to get some work done. I’ve not ridden since.

I haven’t had a “normal” day (won’t go into gruesome details) since things went pear-shaped on Tuesday. I spent two days of feeling ill, spending these days going between bed and bathroom. Each day since Thursday I thought that I was over the hump, only to be proven wrong later. Since Friday I even had the gall to eat a real meal each day, something other than bread or plain rice, only to regret it. For a moment on Saturday afternoon I thought I’d finally crested the wave, and was once again disappointed a few hours later. I woke this morning and was immediately shown that all is still not right.

I will probably be visiting my doctor this afternoon because this is madness. I have no idea what she can do for me, but I need to end this now.

I’m scheduled to leave for Iowa in about ten days and I’d like to get some more rides in before I do. Those rides definitely won’t be happening in my current condition.

Hell, if I can’t get my body back to being normal relatively soon I will most likely have to scrap my trip to Iowa — because I’ve admitted myself to a hospital — in case you can’t tell I’m worried about this.

Binge Watching
One thing I have been able to do in my current condition is watch videos. Over the past five days I binge-watched all three seasons of An Idiot Abroad — a series created by Ricky Gervais to put his mate Karl Pilkington into uncomfortable situations. Normally I don’t like shows where people are made to do things that make them uncomfortable, but I identify with Pilkington and was interested to see how he handled everything.

The series was good, I’d say Season 1 (traveling to the Seven Wonders) > Season 2 (doing things on people’s “Bucket Lists”) > Season 3 (following Macro Polo’s route from Italy to China), but it’s far from must-see tv.

I Nearly Caused Us To Lose?
I was able to join ITP-Reader Stacy and Aron at Corner Tavern on Thursday night. Because of my condition, which I though was “this close” to being over then, my consumption that night was no more than two glasses of ginger ale.

Early in the trivia game a poorly-worded hockey question was asked. After hearing the question asked for a third time I was certain that my answer was correct and that Stacy’s was not. However, after parsing the sentence after turning in our answer I realized that I had erred and compounded that error by wagering maximum points on the question.

I’ll blame my weakened mental state because I can’t blame alcohol intake.

In actuality I should have left the sentence parsing to the person who understands our language, Stacy, rather than the one who butchers it nearly daily in this blog.

Thankfully we were able to recover from my gaff and win the night.

Le Tour Is On
On Saturday and Sunday I watched the Tour de France via NBC’s iPad app. This has been a brilliant $20 purchase because the not thing I’d forgotten about when I made the purchase is that the coverage in the app is commercial-free. Sweet!

I like the experience so much that I am using my iPad to watch today’s stage instead of using the television positioned right behind me in my cubicle.

Everything Has A Place, Everything In It’s Place
As can be imagined my condition this week has forced me to spend a lot of time at home. While at the house I’ve gotten (once-again) disgusted at the state of disarray I have let it attain.

Every time I got out of bed on Saturday I repeated the mantra I picked up from a book I read a few years ago — Everything has a place. Everything in its place. — and it would force me to pick something off the floor and put it where it belongs. Much like my returning to “normal” this remains a work in progress.

At Least It Wasn’t Me
Because I was feeling well enough to leave the house yesterday I was able to come into work for awhile (have to try and make up the time I missed last week). Because my office is conveniently located (at least until we move) next to REI I was also able to lug the new bike rack in and get some help removing the 2″ hitch collar.

I was glad to see the two REI employees, including the bike mechanic on duty, also had difficulty removing the collar. The mechanic finally was able to extract the screw by using a breaker bar. The screw head was stripped pretty badly, but I will contact Yakima about getting a replacement in case there is ever a time I want to use this rack with a 2″ hitch receiver. Now I just need to get back to a physical condition that’ll allow me to ride again.

Hope everyone had a good 4th of July weekend.

Paulie [eatl/ga]

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7 Responses to What A Difference A Week Makes

  1. steve says:

    Well, damn. I’m really sorry to hear you’re STILL feeling poorly. I think the doctor is a very good choice, though maybe a little late.

    Our planned Friday ride was a literal and figurative washout. As I drove north from home, I could see the sky darkening. Once past Newnan, I saw several bolts of lightning and as I entered beautiful, downtown Roscoe, the rain commenced. A quick call to Barb finalized the decision and we bailed. That was the only outing my bike saw all weekend, except spending time on the trainer. I just could not motivate to get on the road. The weather was no help.

    Saturday had us off to 2 parties, and Sunday had us over to Debbie’s folks house. Other than that, it was a pretty quiet weekend.


  2. Well, this is really the earliest I could get to a doctor. On Friday I was just off the illness and wasn’t too concerned. Saturday was the 4th of July and it was the first day that I was truly hopeful to be over it all; yesterday my doctor’s office was closed.

    TWO BIG CRASHES at the TdF just happened. They are neutralizing the race — at least momentarily. And now it looks as if they are going to stop the race.

    What a terrible time to have to go into a meeting…

  3. steve says:

    I could not find a video feed I could watch and have been forced into reading the Cyclingnews play by play. The carnage must have been pretty bad for them to stop the race entirely. Surely that was a safety call. I saw where 3 or 4 riders abandoned right away and the commentator remarked Cancellara wasn’t looking too good.

  4. Barb says:

    yep – no bike riding at all for us all weekend. Don’t be missing the trip to Iowa being is the hospital, that would not be the way to turn 50.

    Friday we ended up jsut doing crap around the house.

    Saturday, we were supposed to go tubing up in Ellijay, but figured out with all the rain, all the outfitters were closed due to unsafe water conditions. Decided it was a bad idea……. as we were planning on doing it on our own with out an outfitter.
    Ended up going for a hike at one of the Chattahoochee parks – Gold Branch, then met up with the long moved away Ultra Pasturized for some dinner. It was fun catching up with him, he lives in San Diego now. We decided to eat at the Pig n chick on Peachtree Rd (I guess it isn’t P’tree Industrial there). Found out there would be fireworks out of Keswick Park, so we got to watch fireworks by accident.

    Sunday was a little get together at JoAnna’s pool – nice afternoon catching up with some folks.

    Over all not a bad weekend.

  5. steve says:

    I saw the picture of Ultra- what a nice guy.

    Prolly the right call on the tubing if the pros aren’t going.

  6. Jenka says:

    That was the wettest Peachtree Road Race I’ve ever done. I have never been more cold and wet in my life. At least when you run in the winter you wear the proper gear for it. My foot still hurts, too, so I think my distance running days are over. Let’s just say I’m not all that upset about that. Heh.

    There was lightning during the race and they stopped the later corrals for about half an hour.

  7. I haven’t seen Ultra since he moved to California. He was one of the first people I ever met when hashing in 1999. I agree he is a nice guy.

    Jenka, we were talking about the PRR at lunch today. It made me glad that I never followed up on my desire to start running again in order to run this year’s race. 🙂

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