On Monday, I used my bicycle to commute to/from work. I enjoyed a solid workout and was rewarded with a 101 degree fever.

Wait a second. That wasn’t the plan.

No, it wasn’t.

Most of the day at work on Monday I felt “off my game” – it was hard to describe how I felt. The phrase that seems most appropriate was feeling “under the weather”. I was not aware, however, that I was probably running a fever for most of the day.

Well, it’s Thursday evening and I sound like crap. Sinus congestion and constant throat-clearing have really done a number on my voice. In the evening, it sounds like a sick ward. I’m coughing/clearing my throat and so is my wife (she’s been struggling with this bug as well). When my daughter’s awake, she’s coughing to, but usually because she hears us coughing and is giving it a try. She’s almost 2. She’s in the “do everything mom and dad does” stage. She’s the healthiest human in the house right now.

And downstairs, near the doorway, my bike waits patiently. It’s truly wondering what is going on. Depending on its personality, it might even be paranoid. It could be downstairs talking to itself.

“Oh my. He hasn’t ridden me since Monday. Are these low gas prices luring him back to that monster truck in the garage? Is this the end? Am I going to be moth-balled? It’s dark and lonely in the garage. I’ve really enjoyed being in the living room next to the front door. Say it isn’t so. Oh, my…”

Bike, hear me now, quit worrying.

We’ll be rolling again soon…