I thought I would be different and breeze through my Covid vaccination without any interruption to my Easter weekend plans.
The reality was quite different and for those of you still to get the jab it might be worth remembering.
Saturday morning was normal with rugby training before heading to get my injection at 2pm.
As I had walked and not driven I was in and out in less than 5 minutes. The process was very effiicient.
For the remainder of the day I felt absolutely fine with no side effects or symptoms that the leaflet accompanying the Astra Zeneca jab suggested might be present.
Even Sunday morning I felt great and with it being the Ronde I wanted to head out for an hour or so before the action got going in Belgium.
There was definitely a feeling of some power lacking in my legs before I’d even reached the end of the street so I took note and agreed with myself to stay out a minimal amount of time.
This plan was working solidly until I realised I was about 13 miles from home (or anywhere) with a headwind to battle.
It was there that my arms and legs suddenly became super heavy and I literally couldn’t get out of the saddle to either increase or maintain speed.
Those last miles were among the worst I have ever spent on a bike. Mountains, snow, wind, cold, heat, cobbles… all of it. This was up there with it and it was on a reasonably smooth A road in the Lincolnshire fens.
I was travelling from the top of the map down into a south-westerly and you can see the impact in terms of speed from the Mywindsock report.
The blue is above average speed, reds below.
I spent the afternoon shifting between asleep and just about awake on the sofa before going to bed at 6pm.
I watched the last 70km of The Ronde on my laptop Monday morning.
It wasn’t the Belgian beer swilling, burger munching afternoon I had anticipated, but there is a bigger picture here and now that the side effects are gone the thought of being Covid protected means much more to me than one Sunday afternoon in front of the TV.