I assume there is irony in here somewhere. I ride all last week in the freaking cold, and then get the flu Sunday night. I have to go to work all week due to exams, and have to drive all week, the nicest week all winter. I hate driving to work, seeing all you happy people on bikes. Then tonight, I finally feel up for a ride, 5 minutes in I hit a chunk of ice and my back tube explodes.

I'm calling in sick tomorrow.