As good as January was, February was a cycling disaster.
Not that there weren’t opportunities. But those always seemed to conflict with other planned activities or, worse, illness.
For the first time in as long as I can remember, I was waylaid by the flu for the second time in a winter.
After my first bout, in December, I thought I was in the clear, my immunity built up against further incursion. I even eschewed the flu shot; why bother?
Why bother indeed.
This round played out almost exactly the same as the first, a week-long head cold, a day of work in the snow and cold and then the sudden onset of dastardly flu symptoms. Now a week into recovery, and I’m still not 100 per cent.
But the month wasn’t a total write-off.
The FRF riding group gathered to plan for the coming season, a calendar that will include the highly-anticipated guerilla fondo, “Le Tour de Huit Ponts,” a craft beer ride and a trek up Mt. Baker in Washington State. We also have new, customized caps from Red Dots Cycling, and there was some discussion about hitting up a new local brewer for some sponsorship to flash their logo on FRF kits.
Oh yes, and we formally adopted the group’s motto: “More miles, more beer.”