“Where’s the race report?” you ask.

I was a good boy and didn’t go to Goat on Friday night because I was coming down with a cold and didn’t want to push my luck for racing Sunday.

Saturday morning, I had planned to ride to sprint training with my camcorder and film Cam running the session for his coaching accreditation. Discovering the BOM radar map was covered with rain patches I decided to drive, rather than sit around wet for two hours.

Rugged up, I recorded the session and went home. That’s when it all went down hill.

A rotten headache, full cold symptoms (snotty, coughing yuckiness) and nasty muscle aches to boot.

With some encouragement from Tee, I finally relented and sucked down some drugs. They helped.

Waking to the 6am Race Day alarm, I realised there was no way I was even going to leave the house on foot, let alone race! I was wrecked. Lots of neck/back pain, massive thumper of a headache, sniffin’ ‘n’ coughin’ mess.

Popping another codeine+paracetamol tablet with some OJ, I went back to bed. That lasted all of about 5 minutes, at which point, I had to rush to the toilet and spew up the contents of my stomach. Yay! Now all I have to wait for is limbs to start falling off..

The rest of Sunday I’m stuck in bed, repeating the OJ -> spew move once more.

Around 4pm I’m feeling a bit better and decide to stuff a whole bunch of hot-cross buns down my gob. Hopefully, if I eat enough, my body will be too busy digesting them to think about spewing. It works and now I just feel like shit but haven’t had to spew again..

So much for my birthday victory at Glenvale.. it’ll have wait until next week. What a fscked weekend! 🙁