Better Now Then Later

The Gods seem to have their own cruel idea of fun every once in a while and this is one of those occasions. About this time we are all in the final stages of oiling that well tuned machine called our bodies, hitting peak fitness just in time for the start a scant 3 weeks away. Well leave it to the close working conditions of the office and the superior ventilation systems that are employed in the skyscrapers of Manhattan to breed just the proper environment for your friendly virus to make a visit to yours truly. And this is not the typical chest heaving cold but rather some nasty thing that has planned a stay of a 7 to 10 days, making it's presence know 24 hours a day and leaving your throat feeling like you are an unemployed fire swallower from the circus. Just walking to the loo takes all the strength in the world, how the hell am I going to climb 15,000 meters in 3 weeks! To try and find the positives in all of this I guess you could say that had it hit 2 weeks from now I might have considered jumping out of the plane over the Atlantic to end the misery. Instead I get to watch the clock ticking down and the dust gathering on the bike as it sits idle against the wall. Perhaps this is all designed to make sure that I have not overtrained and am properly rested....who knows but time will tell.