I had no business being on a bike today. No strength, no energy, no nuth'in. Figuring I started taking antibiotics on Sunday I reckoned that I should be cured by today . . . failure. Got just a wee ways into the park and turned around to limp home and go to bed. Fight another day.
Getting a bit anxious about the Mohican 100 coming up and not enough miles in the legs. Five weeks or so and only two of those weekends I am not working. Two weekends of some big miles, and the rest will have to come on my days off.