The end of the 2 ended candle

I’ve been burning the candle on both ends lately, and I know it. On Friday, with another adventurous biking weekend planned, I kept thinking “I seem to be developing allergies.”

Spoiler alert, it wasn’t allergies. We had planned on a weekend of biking and live bands. We were to drive separately because Mr. Ink worked Saturday morning. But once Saturday morning rolled around, I realized that I was sick, having developed a cold. So, we went out to the ride together, rode around the small town of Jefferson, IA and saw 3 bands. We went to dinner at an A & W which still had the old phones to order.

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And then we camped at the home of a biking acquaintance.

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What happened the next morning was stupidity on my part. When Miss Bug gets sick and can’t do something she really wants to do, I tell her that’s just the way it is sometimes. But apparently I don’t take my own advice, especially when there is money involved. I knew I would not be able to do the entire ride on Sunday, but I did believe I could at least manage 35 miles. This plan was made on Saturday evening.

Sunday morning I felt worse. But, I’d set my heart on 35 miles so we started out. Into a headwind. While sick. I just couldn’t manage to go very fast at all, and I was really suffering, and so slow that I couldn’t make it to the next town in time to see any of the bands. Very frustrating. But I made it 17 miles out, so I could turn around and get my 35 miles in, now with the wind at my back.

Should be easier right? IT WAS NOT. Mr. Ink had said something like “I bet we can do these 17 miles in an hour.” And I could have on a good day with the wind at my back. But this wasn’t a good day. And, even with the wind at my back I struggled to maintain 6-8 mph. And I had to stop. Toward the end, probably once every 2 miles. And the whole time I was hanging onto a hankie, using it to blow my nose when I sneezed, and then stuffing an end of it back into my bike shorts because I needed it too often and unexpectedly to put it away.

We’d said we would go drive to see the next band once we finished riding, but even that did not appeal to me by the time we reached the car. 35 miles while sick is TOO MUCH for me. Just too much. We got to the car, grabbed a bite to eat, and then we decided to drive the over 2 hours home. Just one problem, I was exhausted and miserable, but too worried Mr. Ink would fall asleep at the wheel to sleep myself. So I drove home too.

And then crashed and basically did very little for the next 24 hours.

That part felt pretty good.

And thankfully life gets to slow down significantly now. We have things planned, but we have breaks in between. No longer a constant state of being on the road on the weekends.

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