I don’t necessarily have the most iron constitution. In fact I have a famously sensitive stomach, but recently I had one of the worst riding experiences of my life. No, it wasn’t a bad crash, or even a driver deliberately close passing me (both of which are awful in their own way as I know from experience).
On this occasion, coming home from a 200km hilly jaunt into south Wales to pay a visit to some childhood memories, I was struck, 50km from home, by the most catastrophic stomach bug. For a couple of hours, I crawled home, unable to call for rescue due to a combination of my partner being away and my own sheer bloody-mindedness. Stomach cramps, projectile vomiting… so sore was my stomach that I was unable to keep my jersey zipped up, meaning I was also freezing. After getting home, this continued, and then to add insult to injury, afflicted the other end of my system too.
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