I was going to call this recovery woes, but I’m feeling better today, so hopefully it’s just issues.  I had a really hard time bouncing back from Sunday’s ride, and I’m not sure why.  I took Monday off, to hang out with teacher-workday-child, and felt icky all day.  I went ahead and rode 60 miles on Tuesday, but did something silly–I took off my arm warmers ten miles in, and never even thought of sunscreen.  Lesson learned.  My arms were pink by the time I got home, and got worse all evening.  My body temp was wonky all night–hot flashes, night sweats–and when I woke up Wednesday morning, my nightgown was on backward.  Okay, that was really bizarre.  There’s no way I wouldn’t have noticed putting it on wrong.  Definitely starting to have issues . . .

So I started out for my ride that morning, and it was cold and windy and I felt generally yucky.  So I bailed at 30 miles, assuming (and I think correctly, for once) that recovery was more important than miles that day.  I ran a low-grade fever all afternoon; I think it was probably the combination of sunburn and general inflammation from working so hard Sunday and Tuesday.  Yesterday I only rode to the mechanic to pick up my car–a grand total of 7 miles.

But the weather’s turned, and today was gorgeous.  My friend Amelia came to town, and we rode 50 miles on the Duke half-ironman course, and had a great time.  My legs were tired, and I was no speed demon, but I had fun the whole way, and that’s a good sign.  So I’m leaving right now in a minute for High Point, to do a 200k tomorrow morning.  Hmm.  128 hilly miles.  Definitely hmm.

I need to be better about stretching and massaging my legs.  Tonight I might just sleep, though.  Awfully tired . . .

One happy note:  Wednesday at 7:30 I finished painting our house.  Yay!  All done . . .