[Im]mature cheese
Being ill sucks. It sucks big time. It's even worse when it's a virus with a slow onset that eventually kicks you. It double sucks when the virus kicks off a chest infection with then rupture the capillaries in your lungs - cough, splutter, blood.
After seeing my data show that something was about to hit, illness (thanks kids) struck hard and unclipped me for a few das. My body has the habit of crashing bad, with fevers, aches, pains and general malaise. No difference this time. So a couple of days rest and moping about the house, watching TV on the sofa and trying to work out when to go back to work ensued.
After a couple of days and accusations of "man-flu" and needing to Rule 5, I got back onto the saddle but with still lacking power. Every time I upped the effort, the body wasn't interested and cough fits kicked in, so I did something which I don't often do - I went slow.
For a couple of nights, it was "fuck it! Meah, if I'm late home, I'm late home. If I go for an effort, it'll only make it worse" and I could do something I rather enjoyed - slow down, explore a little, enjoy being a cyclist in the dark with out the usual thoughts of "can I make my thighs go harder?" Instead of the usual aim down the road, be aware of cars coming from behind and lets see if I can keep the power out put higher, I could relax, and it was brilliant!
Why [Im]mature cheese?
Last few weeks Mrs Stav has been very busy and stressed. While I was ill, I was getting wrestles so I graffiti the cheese and put it back into fridge without a word. Days later and Mrs Stav is having a hell of a day when she finds the cheese and instantly her view point changes with a chuckle. Something sensible, regular and used weekly gets a different view point. A bit like cycling when you know you can slow down and enjoy the ride.
After seeing my data show that something was about to hit, illness (thanks kids) struck hard and unclipped me for a few das. My body has the habit of crashing bad, with fevers, aches, pains and general malaise. No difference this time. So a couple of days rest and moping about the house, watching TV on the sofa and trying to work out when to go back to work ensued.
After a couple of days and accusations of "man-flu" and needing to Rule 5, I got back onto the saddle but with still lacking power. Every time I upped the effort, the body wasn't interested and cough fits kicked in, so I did something which I don't often do - I went slow.
For a couple of nights, it was "fuck it! Meah, if I'm late home, I'm late home. If I go for an effort, it'll only make it worse" and I could do something I rather enjoyed - slow down, explore a little, enjoy being a cyclist in the dark with out the usual thoughts of "can I make my thighs go harder?" Instead of the usual aim down the road, be aware of cars coming from behind and lets see if I can keep the power out put higher, I could relax, and it was brilliant!
Why [Im]mature cheese?
Last few weeks Mrs Stav has been very busy and stressed. While I was ill, I was getting wrestles so I graffiti the cheese and put it back into fridge without a word. Days later and Mrs Stav is having a hell of a day when she finds the cheese and instantly her view point changes with a chuckle. Something sensible, regular and used weekly gets a different view point. A bit like cycling when you know you can slow down and enjoy the ride.
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