Would have been nice if I hadn’t been hit with the cold bug going around, but hit me it did. Nothing all that nasty, just moderate congestion, maybe a mildly-elevated temperature, and that feeling that it could go from kinda bad to a lot worse. I wasn’t going to let that happen. No cold bug was going to get comfy if I could help it. So when the alarm went off at 6:55am, it was business as usual. Quite literally routine. Not so for Kevin; he started to get up but pretty quickly decided he wasn’t going to be riding, suffering from the same thing I had.

It really didn’t feel that bad being out on the road. Pretty good, actually! Not so cold this morning, nothing under 40 degrees I think. Eric, Keith and Marcus heading up the hill, with me getting shelled at the usual place (hairpin just before halfway point, as seen in the photo). But I didn’t completely fall apart. Why should I? If I’ve got a chest cold sort of thing going on, how could it really make my breathing a whole lot worse than it already is? For January, I’m perfectly content with a 28.5 minute time up Kings.

I’ll admit to not feeling really lively up on Skyline, but recovered pretty well for west Old LaHonda, where we ran into a bit of trouble from a road crew that had expected us to pay attention to a “road closed” sign we’d passed a couple miles prior. As expected, nothing they were doing closed off the road too much for bikes to get by. Why don’t they just post a “no cars” sign and welcome us?

Overall a nice ride, and got my day off to a very good start. Kevin’s cold dug in, while mine for the most part stayed away. We’ll see if I feel the same way about riding when under the weather 6 or 7 years from now. Hope so.