First ride since COVID caught me a couple weeks ago.
Last ride of Daylight Saving Time.
First ride of November.
Not the first ride of the season on my winter bike with tights and jacket - but shorts weather is over.
I started having COVID symptoms on a Thursday, but it didn't seem bad enough and I refused to believe it was COVID until friends told me it probably was, and I tested positive on Friday and spent the next week mostly in bed or sucking down Nyquil. I only had a fever and chills and achiness for a few days, but the fatigue and brain fog lasted two weeks. Then I think I caught a regular cold right after that so I've been coughing and snotty ever since. But it was beautiful weather and I am sick of feeling like a sick slug, so I kitted up and rode.
Slower than usual, and I was tired-er than usual when I got to Junction - still operating on reduced lung capacity. I'm always glad that I rode even when I had a good excuse not to - but today I was extra glad when it was over.
Went on a group dog walk downtown later in the afternoon and had an Alison spotting. And then I voted.
