The team asked me if I was ready for the Algarve race. My back was not completely healed and I was still in some pain. My family had been sick for two weeks and there wasn’t much I was going to be able to do for them. I really wanted out of the house and to be putting in some early season race days, so I said, ‘yes put me in’.
It was nice to be with the guys again and the hotel room even had a little kitchen in it. But when I got into the room my throat started closing. I thought it was an allergy to something. The next day I felt ok in the race but my throat was getting worse. We lost two guys the first day to sickness. I woke up for the second stage and felt badly but I thought I could fight through it. Then the race started and I lasted a whopping 15 minutes. My throat was so jacked I couldn’t extend myself any further. I was struggling to breathe and to look up and see the road properly. So I crawled in the car. I switched cars in the feed zone and went to the finish and sat in the bus. I was going in and out of a fever. That night was rough. I was sweating like I was in a suana, hot and then cold. I woke up wanting to sleep for at least another day.
The team asked me to get up and get moving, ‘you are flying out today with Tom Peterson’. Tom got a day of recovery before having to travel, but I was in bad shape. We went to the airport and got checked in. I had to leave Tom in charge of keeping track of when our flight was boarding as I dozed off. I woke up freezing and said c’mon lets go buy a sweatshirt. I put it on only to take it off a short time later sweating again.
We left the hotel at 9:00 am that morning. The first flight was only 30 minutes to Lisbon and then we were flying to Barcelona. In Lisbon we had a little delay. I really felt like a Coke. I haven’t had one in a long time and wow that cold cola is a tasty beverage and over here there is no high fructose corn syrup in it so it tastes a bit different. We finally got on the plane and they said our flight time would be 1 hour and 20 minutes. When we landed in Barcelona we get in the taxi and hit rush hour traffic. I get back into my apartment at 9pm. It took 12 hours to go approximately the distance between Salt Lake City and Los Angeles.
Europe is small but no matter where you go it usually takes a whole day to get there. I think they want you to think it’s bigger than it is. After my return I had several days of laying around, getting over what I think was the flu. Finally I had to give in and take some antibiotics (not my favorite) but I was hoping to more quickly clear whatever was in my system. My family seems to be getting better too, which is a good thing.
February, it hasn’t been the best month ever, that’s for sure. Hoping to be posting some better news shortly.