When the lurgy strikes..

I have a cold! It's awful, my throat feels like someone's shoved a razor down there, I can't hear properly and it was pretty difficult to taste my crunchy nut cornflakes this morning. Yoga even hurts with these achy muscles. The End is Nigh...!

Well almost. It frickin' feels like it. It's actually the end of training for all of a week. 

This is what I get for leaving the house for work, volunteering, family funtimes with my illness ridden nieces, sharing a house with sniffly Rob (whose cold last week was of course 500 times worse than mine :0). It's grizzly out there and he's just gone out for a 6 hour ride with only some homemade rice bars for company – I hope he doesn't get this cold too. I'd be in real trouble then.

This has got me a-thinking. Being bound to the limits of the bed, sofa and bathtub have their benefits. I can have some time to relax, just sit down, lie down. Snooze even. What a novelty I'm sure many can appreciate. Could even pass myself my laptop with my feet (too ill to muster the energy to reach for it obviously) and try to finish writing the training plan I'm supposed to be doing right now. Then the panic sets in – I'm supposed to be riding RIGHT NOW with Ruth Taylor. She's riding, I'm not. Everybody's riding, I'm not. It's my only day off. I'll be so behind. Might as well give up, might as well eat everything in the house and wallow in the bath with a mutlipack of Mars bars.

Right. Get a grip. Calm the frig down. It's only a week says everyone and anyone with an ounce of plausible thinking on the matter. 

Who'd have thought it, it's only a week I'm having off. A week! Pah! I can handle that off the bike... I can. Realistic thoughts begin to dominate once more.

So from in between sniffles, moans and coughs I'm going to enjoy this week. And I suggest anyone wanting to train with the lurgy take heed!!! Might even bake some bread and watch 2013 Paris-Roubaix.    

Thanks for reading (if you got this far)