Max's Miscellaneous Musings

Went for a ride with Andrew this morning. I knew the moment I woke up there was no way I'd do the Samford/Dayboro trip, so we decided to ride from Toowong, through UQ, around the river etc. Problem is, within 1 Km of departing, I started feeling like death warmed up. My legs had absolutely no strength in them. By the time we got to UQ (a whopping 4Km) I was in so much pain I told him there was no way I could even climb the ramp up to the stupid green bridge. So we rode around UQ half a dozen times, then went back to our start point. While we were at UQ, I took the opportunity to ride around my old campus. It's changed a lot, but still has that feel about it - the feel of an old-school educational institute, with a long history of academic achievement. It was nice.

Anyway, cut a long story short, I got home and just died. All my joints are sore and my body feels like it's on fire - like when you get really badly sunburnt. Except I'm not sunburnt. I've been drinking water constantly since coming home and have taken some nurofen to try to deal with the "hot" feeling and joint pain. MaxBabe has suggested I'm coming down with something. Goody.

I'm especially glad that I did not do the Rail Trail ride with mum and my aunt. To hear my mum tell the tale, it was a somewhat difficult ride that involved many falls. I don't think I'd've lasted long under those conditions. I've decided to have a few days off the bike and hopefully I'll feel better soon.