I’m sick. Got some bronchitis and the flu that is going around, as a result I have been on my back basically since Sunday night. Figures most beautiful weather we have had all year, and I’m stuck on the couch in my polar bear pajamas. For the record, I don’t have matching sox. Blah.

Before I was totally knocked out and thought I just had a cold, I was looking for this stuff called Airborne that is supposed to be the bomb for colds. I was at my 6th pharmacy before I could find any. I finally find it and I couldn’t find the directions, so I popped one in my mouth, and quickly realized that this is not how this is supposed to be taken. Airborne, like Alka-seltzer should be dropped into a glass of water. I realize this as my mouth fills with a fizz and Airborne drool slides out the side of my mouth, I think, great. Just great. I look out my car window to see the guy next to me laughing. I’m sick and now I’m a jackass for this guy. I hate being sick. Every time I start to feel better on the bike, something weird happens. Form comes with persistence.

Respect
FM