The last 3 or 4 weeks have been a total write-off. Wednesday was the first day in over 3 weeks that I'd worked out at all (and I'm hating it!)
According to the doctor, I caught some kind of a viral thing in my chest. Breathing has been difficult, and I've been coughing. Yum.
I got to watch the entire Tour de France, but could never go out riding afterwards. And believe me, the more I watched, the more I wanted to ride.
We drove up north for a wedding last weekend, and saw no less than 4 people trek riding the trans-Can. It made me sad, maybe even whiny.
Still, August is a new month. I have ambitions - hopefully, I won't be tied down too much longer.