Starve a fever, ride through a cold

3 01 2015

The New Year’s Day ride has become an FRF tradition.

Well, if two consecutive years counts as tradition.

I almost didn’t make this year’s ride.

The weather was perfect; sunny but cold. And just like last year, the minimal snow we’ve seen so far meant the roads were mostly clean and dry.

The clear, cold weather made for some spectacular vistas from the rural flats south of Vancouver.

The clear, cold weather made for some spectacular vistas from the rural flats south of Vancouver.

But until an hour before our scheduled noon departure I remained uncertain.

I’d gone to bed the night before with a sore throat. My energy was low. As was my desire to leave the comfort of the condo. I could feel a cold coming on.

Now there’s two schools of thought about exercise and imminent colds. The “mom” side says hunker down, heat up the soup and put some movies in the Blu-Ray player. The defiant side says “screw it,” kit up and get out there, the fresh air is a balm, the exercise will burn the cold germs away.

Mom is 3,000 miles away and doesn’t have Internet.

So I layered up and joined the crew at our rendezvous.

The ride, my second of the week, felt good.

The summer fitness is definitely lacking in all of us, as nobody wanted to tackle any inclines steeper or longer than a highway overpass.

Dirt trails are quickly becoming an FRF staple.

Dirt trails are quickly becoming an FRF staple.

But the cold air in the lungs felt good, cleared the head. The sunshine warmed our faces. The camaraderie filled us with optimism for the year’s rides still to come.

Some riders brought their own warmth. In a flask!

Some riders brought their own warmth. In a flask!

Alas, it didn’t cure my cold.

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