Since Wednesday my wardrobe has altered between double hoody and vest and tank top and pajama pants rolled up to the knee and an icepack held against my skin as I altered between between feverish heat and chills. At some point Friday night I sweated out every last drop of water, kicking the fever and feeling 100% better, well almost.
Friday I decided my trip to race in Fontana just wasn't realistic and reorganized my travel to Sunday when I hoped I'd be through the worst and still be able to make team camp. Sunday I woke up early enough to get in a light spin before heading to the airport and eventually San Fransisco. Riding felt great and Keith was super acting as my super domestique shielding me from the ever revolving wind. I excited to be back on my bike and looking forward to the seeing the team again. Yeah.