Sick, Spiders

When I predicted that my 'cross season could possibly be afflicted by pneumonia, it was not an invitation for my body to do a test run. But now I am sick with what looks to be a cold. I hate being sick. My head's throbbing, throat hurts, and my nose is running like Sven Nys through a sand pit. I'm this close to putting chamois cream on my nose since its getting rubbed raw with my 100-grit tissues, which are still better than the 1-grit shop rags I used yesterday at work. I haven't ridden since Sunday. It's not that I would have definitely been on the bike had I been healthy. But it's similar to a spoiled kid's logic that I could have been on the bike if I wanted. Having written off riding today, I had few other things on my To Do list so I now present to you a picture I took today of Fred, the Spider: