With just over three weeks to go before my first major ride of the year, I have been floored by a chest infection. Frustration is an understatement. I began to realise the extent of it when I went for a climbing ride last Saturday in the Royal National Park about 30km South of Sydney. I was dropped by my riding buddy JB in the first 2km. This was not going to be pretty. With 60km being the target distance, and just under 1000m of vertical climbing – I was in survival mode from the offset. The legs felt great, I just couldn’t get enough oxygen into my lungs. I spent the first third of the ride expelling fluid from my chest (and very messily). In the end I got through the ride, but was not happy.

I had targeted an 80km backup ride the following day, but waking up on Sunday morning was not a pleasant experience. I was hunched over in my bathroom trying to clear my chest of infection. This has thrown a real spanner in the works of my final month of preparation for this upcoming ride. I have not been able to train all week and sitting in the “air conditioned” office at work is not helping things either. Every morning has been a bit of a struggle to expel the fluid off my lungs. I even had to skip this morning’s Friday regular ride with my riding buddy MG.

The Pok (AKA my son) has been very sick too and has ended up in our bed pretty much every night this week. So the critical thing is to make sure that he gets better too. He is nearly back to his healthy and cheeky self, but it is not giving me (or my wife) much sleep.

This is the risk of preparing for big rides that are scheduled in Spring over the Winter months. I don’t know how the pros do it, but at least they don’t have to pop back into an air conditioned office. So this weekend is going to be busy, but I have to jump back on the bike. I know this next ride is going to be a killer on the lungs, but I have to crack it. More importantly, I have to back it up on Sunday. Let’s see how it goes.