A little sick

I have woken up with a sore throat the last few days and today I am actually feeling a bit down.  A good portion of the team here is sick with a cold right now, and I am afraid I have caught it.  But I have a feeling that it is one of those two-day colds and I will be good for the race tomorrow.  

Last night I couldn’t sleep after getting back from the race.  I haven’t been able to sleep very well after any of the races, especially when they are later in the day.  All the adrenaline must still be running through my veins, because I tend to lay restless in bed for hours.  Last night was like this, and when I woke up at 3:00 or so to drain my bladder, I couldn’t fall back asleep.  So at 4 or 5AM, I took some sleeping pills.  As a result, I have been in a fog all day.  Combined with the cold, I feel like I’ve been sleep walking ever since I got out of bed at noon.

I was laying in bed this afternoon after reading a very thick book, when I noticed that every part of my body was completely comfortable–exactly opposite to yesterday’s race.  The room was just the right temperature, with the sun shining through the window and radiating down upon my weary legs, causing the veins to stick out like those of a horse.  The open window let in a cool breeze and the sound of an airplane far off in the distance droned peacefully.  The bright green leaves in the tree next to my room rustled in the wind.  The thud of feet trudging tiredly up the wooden stair case began to dim and seemed farther away every minute, as did the murmur of voices downstairs.  I gazed up at the ceiling at the reflection of water outside in the roof’s gutter from the thunder storm last night.  The shadow image moved on the ceiling in a rapid wave-like motion similar to heat waves above hot pavement.  I could feel the soreness in my legs melt away.  My head no longer throbbed from congestion.  I let my shoulders and neck relax into the soft pillow.  The sleeping pills convinced my eyelids to let down their guard.  And just as I was about to fall into the most comfortable sleep ever to be had by humankind, the DMAN ROOSTER BEGAN TO CROW!!!  

Why is it there?  What purpose does it serve?  Do the owners really need to get up at 4:30 every morning?  And do they constantly fall asleep during the day and need the rooster to wake their narcoleptic asses up every few minutes?  They don’t even live on a farm why do they need the stupid rooster?  I demand answers.  No, screw answers I want revenge!!  I demand death!

2 thoughts on “A little sick

  1. dear kennett, i know how to insult the belgians, if some one yells at you in the the peleton, yell back:
    j’ai un bazar du cheval (soft g sound for the j, like giraffe so; g-ay uh bazar dew shu-val) just try to sound french when you say it, make the r really gutteral and phlegmy, and make sure u pat your inner thigh when you say it.

  2. Yeahhhhhh….you must take me for a fool. And you put too much trust in Tony’s secret keeping abilities. I’ve been honking back at a goose. His name is Johnson McGooserson the third. He is white, and angry. It is raining hard on me right now as I sit under this tree. I was throwing rocks across the river at some of the guys. Bye.

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