I felt six percent better today. And, because of that, and because I hadn’t been on my bike in 17 days, I decided to go for a little spin.
Two short Zwift routes in Scotland, though I should have stopped at one. Something happened on the second route, which featured a moderate climb near the end. Already my heart rate was elevated, of course, because I was exercising. But there I was, trying to make sure some other person didn’t get around me on the hill, so I’m pushing through some not-insubstantial watts (for me) and I felt my heart rate jump in a noticeable, unusual way.
I was going to do another route, but suddenly I decided to listen to my body, finely tuned athletic mechanism that it is. Mostly because my legs did not want to do any more. I dismounted the bike, cleaned it up a bit, and went to sit on a stepping stool, nursing a sudden headache. Took some Ibuprofen, had a shower, had dinner and started feeling better.
Throwing 700-plus watts while you’re fighting off my first cold since 2019 might have been a bit ambitious, in retrospect. I’ll wait a few more days before trying again.
The good news is I am now taking fewer medicines. And the coughing is progressing nicely, thank you very much.
