I'd been feeling like something had come over me for about 5 days. I couldn't shake it. I felt light headed, dizzy, had a terrible headache, weak, tired; if I was sitting down, I still felt like I was going to fall over. I was scheduled for an olympic tri on Sunday, and since Tuesday had it in my head that I'd be over this and able to race. Friday came, I went to the pool. 500 meters into my swim I felt like I was going to pass out in the pool. I got out. Smart move number one. The rest of the day I drank lots of fluids, rested, did everything I was instructed to do. Saturday I woke up feeling a little better. Had it in my head that I was going to race on Sunday. Went out for my shake out ride and run and felt great. Put out pretty good numbers with little effort. Brought my bike in to get a couple of last minute tweaks and a pre-race tune up. As the day went on I felt worse and worse.... but that night still had it in my head that I was going to get up at 4 am and get my race on. As 8:00 rolled around that night and I could barely stay awake or hold my head up, I told myself that I wasn't going to set my alarm, but if I woke up at 4 (which is not unusual for me) it was meant to be and I would head to the race. Sunday morning I rolled over and saw 6:30 am, and knew it was not meant to be, and it was too late to get to the race anyway. I was fine with it.... as my A race is in two weeks and I didn't want to jeopardize anything leading up to that.
So... I prepared a few bottles (notice I say a few, obviously had the intention of a good ride) and headed out on my bike. Oh, I also set up a transition area at the end of my driveway, just in case I felt okay and wanted to run a few miles after. Headed south on 125, took a left onto some unknown road, figured I'd loop back into Exeter... came upon another cyclist, about 20 minutes down the road after catching up with and passing each other over and over, I said "hey, do you know where this road comes out?" He said "I have no idea!" and we both laughed and kept on... about another 20 minutes go by, he (his name was Andy, I came to find out later) caught up again and said "Uh, we're in Amesbury Mass". Oops. We found our way onto 286 and into Hampton together.
My ride turned into 60 miles, and I did a 4 mile run off the bike. So, I feel like I could've raced... but I guess it was better to not have and wish that I did, than to have and wish that I hadn't. Needless to say, I was feeling much better, and think I have finally kicked whatever I had come down with. Two weeks til my A race: Pumpkinman 70.3.
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