Well, poop. Woke up this morning to roll out of bed, only to find that I couldn't stand up straight. Bouncing off the walls like a pinball. Nothing heroic here, not even anything "bike" related - I simply was dizzy and nauseated from an internal ear blockage. Vertigo!
Jon was a sweetheart, taking me to the otolaryngoloist this afternoon, and after an hour of poking and probing with tiny, pointed silver implements(don't ask) I have it on good authority that I should be back to normal in a day or two.
In the meantime, I study websites like http://www.roadbikerider.com/articles.htm for notes on how to master the dragon. And I wonder - how much easier would this be on a mountain bike?
I don't want to give up on my dragon. But I sit here today, flabby and bruised and whirlheaded, and feel very very very forty eight. Sigh.
I noticed that the dragon is missing one of his little buttons - the kind that sit on the end of the handle to keep the wrap in place. For just a moment I felt a moment of pity for him. Maybe he is just as frustrated as me.
It looks like its clouding up a bit. Perhaps rain tomorrow. Perhaps a new perspective.
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