I hate it when that happens

Ok, so here’s the thing.  Tuesday morning was cold.  Mind you, it wasn’t one of those bitter cold days in the 30’s or anything like that, but it was cold enough for 2 or 3 layers, and I think Brenda went out maybe a little unprepared.  Or, maybe that had nothing to do with it.  But in any case, later that afternoon her throat was a little sore.  Then Wednesday, it got a little worse, but not so bad that she didn’t still want to go out on Thursday morning.  But then after that ride, on Thursday afternoon it got even worse, and on Friday morning she sounded terrible.  It’s one of those things where she coughs so much her stomach hurts, and then she’s got that junk dripping down the back of her throat all the time—you know…(yuck!)

Anyway, we saw that this morning was going to be in the low 40’s to start—that kinda rules out a 7:00 start time when you’re not 100% to begin with.  And then we had a thing we had to do at 11:00, which kinda rules out a 9:00 start time.  So we thought maybe we’d go out in the afternoon today instead of in the morning like usual.  But after we got done with our 11:00 thing she was really sounding bad, so I thought it’d be best to just get her home and keep her warm and let her rest.

So this is the first Saturday in months that we haven’t ridden—probably the first non-riding Saturday for her since she broke her hand.  (That’s another story.)  She’s got in 80 miles so far this week.  (Ordinarily I’d say, “Wow, she got in 80 miles this week!” but when the goal is 5,000 miles for the year 80-mile weeks are bad things, not good things.)  So depending on how she feels we might go out tomorrow afternoon, we’ll see.  It’s supposed to be even colder tonight and tomorrow than it was last night and today, so we’ll have to play that one by ear.