“Where’s the race report?” you ask.<\/p>\n
I was a good boy and didn’t go to Goat<\/a> on Friday night because I was coming down with a cold and didn’t want to push my luck for racing Sunday. <\/p>\n 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<\/a> was covered with rain patches I decided to drive, rather than sit around wet for two hours. <\/p>\n Rugged up, I recorded the session and went home. That’s when it all went down hill. <\/p>\n A rotten headache, full cold symptoms (snotty, coughing yuckiness) and nasty muscle aches to boot.<\/p>\n With some encouragement from Tee, I finally relented and sucked down some drugs. They helped.<\/p>\n 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. <\/p>\n 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.. <\/p>\n The rest of Sunday I’m stuck in bed, repeating the OJ -> spew move once more. <\/p>\n 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.. <\/p>\n So much for my birthday victory at Glenvale.. it’ll have wait until next week. What a fscked weekend! \ud83d\ude41<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" “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 … Continue reading