For the last year and a half, my rheumatologist says I either have ankylosing spondylitis or reactive arthritis. What is certain is that my immune system gets really pissed of and lays waste to my joints, tendons, ligaments and just plain jacks me up leaving me unable to walk or even move sometimes. It plain sucks.
Good news is that the medication I have been taking for the last year works and stops my big ol' bad immune system from doing it's thing.
Bad news is that it stops my immune system from doing it's thing.
That's the trade off, I can walk, ride my bike and bend my spine, knees and ankles. Great stuff. But the lame thing is if one of my boys has a sniffle, I get a sniffle, a cough, a sore throat and a migraine.
For this reason, I hate when people don't wash their hands and such. I really don't like shaking peoples hands or sharing food or drinks, it's risky. I also rest as much as possible and have been juicing pretty religiously lately to give my immune system a chance.
Well, both my little boys got sick last week, and so did I. I took a bunch of days off and started riding again yesterday - where I did Hains Point but I went easy.
Today I decided to up it, and try to fly. I never seemed to find my rhythm and felt that I could never go real well. I was cranking the pedals and the only person seeming to hurt was me. Wow, I thought, I guess being sick really took me down this time. I even started thinking that I needed to call Fuentes and tell him I'm not riding tomorrow - I don't want to slow him down. When I was done riding, I went to my car and realized my front wheel was askew and my tire was rubbing on the fork THE WHOLE TIME! Great, I am not as slow as I was thinking I was. I just pulled the dorkiest ultra rookie move in the book, but I got a great work out.