tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821760991275369602.post7629400238459542417..comments2023-09-08T06:31:18.925-05:00Comments on Belgium Knee Warmers™: SickRadio Freddyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07419506761098758178noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821760991275369602.post-21493258621141322112008-03-07T06:21:00.000-06:002008-03-07T06:21:00.000-06:00Get well!Nice way to work in a Spike Jones referen...Get well!<BR/><BR/>Nice way to work in a Spike Jones reference, btw.Matthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08383863263923439025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821760991275369602.post-68846488689126190112008-03-06T19:51:00.000-06:002008-03-06T19:51:00.000-06:00Anonymous, if you think my initial post was strain...Anonymous, if you think my initial post was strained and cliched, try this on for size: <BR/><BR/>In my earlier comment, I mentioned how the nascent stages of an illness turned me into my evil twin who couldn't ride a bike to save his life.<BR/><BR/>The following weekend, even though I still felt somewhat congested, I joined a ride I knew would be tough. I couldn't stand the idea of missing out on what promised to be an epic time.<BR/><BR/>I put myself at the back of the pack, certain that I would need to do some serious drafting to keep up. But when I realized that I actually had good legs, I became, well, giddy, frisky -- a young Golden Retriever bundled in lycra.<BR/><BR/>I actually found myself trash talking on the climbs ("Is that all you got?" "I'm gonna box you in, sucka!"). I even emitted what I'm pretty sure were whoops of joy.<BR/><BR/>I was among friends, my legs felt strong, and the colors were indeed Kodachrome.<BR/><BR/>FletcherAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821760991275369602.post-16893205450048083132008-03-06T19:41:00.000-06:002008-03-06T19:41:00.000-06:00a bit strained and cliched, fletcher (post #2)a bit strained and cliched, fletcher (post #2)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821760991275369602.post-58788655911769987482008-03-06T17:27:00.000-06:002008-03-06T17:27:00.000-06:00Ah, of course. All who question the party line we ...Ah, of course. All who question the party line we label "fool." Sheesh. I'm going for a ride.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821760991275369602.post-45967750553680917152008-03-06T16:15:00.000-06:002008-03-06T16:15:00.000-06:00yep. couldn't have said it better myself sir.dpyep. couldn't have said it better myself sir.<BR/><BR/>dpd*powhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14815569850459001392noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821760991275369602.post-90244690785986399602008-03-06T14:17:00.000-06:002008-03-06T14:17:00.000-06:00Despite whatever those who comment here choose to ...Despite whatever those who comment here choose to believe, flu vaccines prevent the flu and save thousands of lives each year worldwide. They are no guarantee that you will not get stricken down with something nasty, or get a flu strain that was not in the vaccine, but don't be fooled into thinking that not getting a flu shot is a good idea, and ignore any fool who tells you that flu shots are bad for you. Don't even get me started on the kooks out there who try to convince you to not get your kids vaccinated...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821760991275369602.post-32909083173789851212008-03-06T12:06:00.000-06:002008-03-06T12:06:00.000-06:00Every cyclist I know has been down with this crud ...Every cyclist I know has been down with this crud sometime in the last month. I'm on the upswing. Sleep. Drink. Read. No caffeine/alcohol. Mega-doses of Vitamin C in whatever form you like.<BR/><BR/>btw - I will never get a shot for a non-lethal illness. I believe in slowing down when your body says to, and illness trains your immune system. Besides, the main marketing incentive for the flu shot is to keep U.S. worker productivity up. Screw that.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821760991275369602.post-15404158401643111662008-03-06T11:04:00.000-06:002008-03-06T11:04:00.000-06:00FLU shot is a load of crap.FLU shot is a load of crap.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821760991275369602.post-13800495764887833032008-03-06T11:03:00.000-06:002008-03-06T11:03:00.000-06:00Ugh...I am just getting over a cold and rode today...Ugh...I am just getting over a cold and rode today...ugh...<BR/><BR/>Is that a legal copy of No Country For Old Men? That has not released to DVD yet. That is incriminating evidence. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821760991275369602.post-67536057534515276422008-03-06T10:33:00.000-06:002008-03-06T10:33:00.000-06:00One way to ease the suffering is to get off the bi...One way to ease the suffering is to get off the bike. Folks keep riding through sickness as if it'll magically make them healthier.Ron Georgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18394865788996482667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821760991275369602.post-48601486509451303382008-03-06T10:31:00.000-06:002008-03-06T10:31:00.000-06:002 words "FLU Shot"I know it doesn't work all the t...2 words "FLU Shot"<BR/><BR/>I know it doesn't work all the time, but...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821760991275369602.post-8664661299318477772008-03-06T10:25:00.000-06:002008-03-06T10:25:00.000-06:00Timely post for sure. I was in bed for 5 days, wi...Timely post for sure. I was in bed for 5 days, with a 102 Fever. Tried to race the following weekend, a 63 mile death march on CX bike, lotta dirt, lotta pave.<BR/>The girlfriend beat me.<BR/>Worst part is how much of a setback missing that saddle time can be.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821760991275369602.post-70172894378193172982008-03-06T09:50:00.000-06:002008-03-06T09:50:00.000-06:00Nothing says flu coma like partaking of the green ...Nothing says flu coma like partaking of the green or red death. Wake up six hours later with cat crap consume in your mouth and wash it down with the O.J. One more swig and go back to the sweet NyQuil sleep of the flu dead.spokejunkyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03843522840848008750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821760991275369602.post-12289911657123557852008-03-06T09:09:00.000-06:002008-03-06T09:09:00.000-06:00It seems this would be the only place I'd ever hav...It seems this would be the only place I'd ever have the pleasure of reading thoughts on something as common as the cold we all get, great words. Get well soon.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821760991275369602.post-52998739623600202402008-03-06T07:19:00.000-06:002008-03-06T07:19:00.000-06:00There are a couple of assertions here that are fal...There are a couple of assertions here that are false. There are also a few myth that needs debunking, the typical racer virus in the pro peloton was also an excellent way of getting yourself out of a bad hemato test... Virus don't attack you because you are fatless but probably because of an lymph imbalance in white blood cells. The fact that you are basically worn out, thus a bad training regime. I have almost no body fat, I don't sleep much, I have four kids, I drink my ass off but managed to not be sick this winter yet. I don't touch people, I wash my hands about every two hours, I get tons of vitamins and most of all, I got a flue shot in the fall.<BR/><BR/>The picture of the medication you show is also a great way to make things worst, just work through it and make sure its not going to your lungs long term. Cold medication is about as usefull as shaving off 10 grams on a bike because you had to much fast food...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821760991275369602.post-46960644879678834332008-03-06T05:57:00.000-06:002008-03-06T05:57:00.000-06:00The more I ride and race the more I get in "tune" ...The more I ride and race the more I get in "tune" with how body feels. I mean some days you just wake up and you just KNOW there something not right with the bod. Before you know it your spending and hour in at the pharmacy trying to figure out which cold med will allow you not not be too tired to ride and not kill you if you enjoy a few Sierra Nevadas! UG!<BR/><BR/>My solution in '08? Gain 5 pounds, eat a ton of oranges and drink more beer.Seems to have worked so far. Although I may have to move up jersey size by April.Jasonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10931403291668582311noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821760991275369602.post-29344884191641132712008-03-06T00:56:00.000-06:002008-03-06T00:56:00.000-06:00...ouch...know what yer sayin'...hang in there......ouch...know what yer sayin'...hang in there...bikesgonewildhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01489983012589939600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821760991275369602.post-81609921843151824462008-03-05T23:49:00.001-06:002008-03-05T23:49:00.001-06:00shoot p... today was day one. effing hell... it su...shoot p... today was day one. effing hell... it sucks. i'm putting my faith in jerry's deli soup...<BR/><BR/><BR/>noel.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821760991275369602.post-79093658439411442712008-03-05T23:49:00.000-06:002008-03-05T23:49:00.000-06:00"One morning you wake and even before you put foot..."One morning you wake and even before you put foot to floor, you know. The flu has passed."<BR/><BR/>Ain't that the truth....<BR/><BR/>-SpokeBreakerAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821760991275369602.post-28554574000129160022008-03-05T23:33:00.000-06:002008-03-05T23:33:00.000-06:00That was me in early Feb. I was down for a week, h...That was me in early Feb. I was down for a week, horrible sore throat, night sweats, a trip to the ER. The only upside is that I lost 10 pounds. Now that my fitness is back, I can climb like a monkey wearing crampons...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821760991275369602.post-61961267719270662522008-03-05T23:16:00.000-06:002008-03-05T23:16:00.000-06:00"When we’re in shape, our lack of body fat makes u..."When we’re in shape, our lack of body fat makes us an easy target. Fat is our body’s savings account and viruses can overdraw our system faster than identity theft."<BR/><BR/>Ohhh, that must be why I never get sick. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821760991275369602.post-25560968599998376212008-03-05T22:02:00.000-06:002008-03-05T22:02:00.000-06:00I think Kodachrome is the best film ever made. May...I think Kodachrome is the best film ever made. Maybe eating some Kodachrome 64 mixed with some Gu would knock that flu out quicker.<BR/>AriArihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13083766829086663770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821760991275369602.post-58493428989917117992008-03-05T21:33:00.000-06:002008-03-05T21:33:00.000-06:00So true, just had my first good ride yesterday aft...So true, just had my first good ride yesterday after 2 weeks of suffering with no legs.<BR/><BR/>If felt good to be back on top of things.<BR/><BR/>EdAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821760991275369602.post-65438123817761356042008-03-05T20:35:00.000-06:002008-03-05T20:35:00.000-06:00Ride through it, Bill Pruitt.Ride through it, Bill Pruitt.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2821760991275369602.post-19377834018927821582008-03-05T19:45:00.000-06:002008-03-05T19:45:00.000-06:00Bravissimo and, dare I say, Word! O cruel illness,...Bravissimo and, dare I say, Word! O cruel illness, how you doth thwart us cyclists so.<BR/><BR/>On a keenly anticipated ride in the mountains a couple weekends ago, I noticed that my legs lacked their usual "oomph." <BR/><BR/>"Weird," I thought. "I should be <I>killing</I> this mountain." My training had been going well, and I was rested and ready for a long, hard day in the saddle. <BR/><BR/>As the climbing progressed, my compadres grew inexorably farther away from me. "What's going on?" I wondered, feeling the lactic acid build up with each sluggish turn of the pedals. "I should be pulling away from these guys."<BR/><BR/>By the time I reached the summit in full lanterne rouge mode, I was drooling and nearly mad with fatigue, sharply zig-zagging across the road in a desperate attempt to ease the gradient -- painfully aware that I was being decidedly un-PRO.<BR/><BR/>I was embarrassed and gibbered something to the guys about how "this has never happened to me before." My body had betrayed me, and I was feeling confused and melodramatic, telling them this was not the "real" me and to go on without me.<BR/><BR/>The ride back was no better -- even the flats were punishing, and I had to stop at one point because my legs were destroyed.<BR/><BR/>That evening, the general fatigue morphed into a big, fat flu. Now, I usually hate getting sick, but this time was different. In fact, I rejoiced when the telltale symptoms of an out-an-out influenza migrated across my body. Now I knew why I sucked so hard on the bike; now I had an excuse.<BR/><BR/>FletcherAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com