Tuesday night, I went to bed feeling fine, but around 4 am Wednesday morning, I woke feeling nauseous. I spent the next few hours in the bathroom -- it was both pukey and poopy. Thankfully, Jerry was able to take the morning off work to be with the kids while I loaded up on Immodium and Advil and got some extra sleep.
Around 10 am, I declared that I felt "good enough" and he could go to work. He promised to be home early, and what followed were, quite possibly, the longest 6 hours of my life.
I tried my best to muster what little energy I had for the kids, but mostly I just laid around and let them bounce on my head. Nap time helped, but it was still a challenging day.
But, all day long the one question that kept circling through my brain was: To run or not to run?
At times, I felt okay and I figured I could do it. 1 mile, that's all I had to do to keep the streak, and as I said, at times, I felt like I would be able to do that. Other times, when I lay splayed out on the floor while the kids ran around me like wild banshees, I thought: No way, it's not gonna happen; I'll barf my guts out and die.
Eventually, I ate a little something for dinner and that helped. Then, Caleb went to bed and I had my decision to make -- run or not.
I eeked out just a wee bit more than the bare minimum: 1.15 miles and it took me 12:24 to do so. But I did it, and I didn't barf and I didn't die.
Streak: Still on!
Afterwards, I showered and then promptly went to bed. It was 7 pm.
This morning, after nearly 12 solid hours of sleep, I feel fine. Whatever I had seems to have run its course, and today is my last day "off." So, first thing, I got out for my run. I was tempted to try and go long to make up for some of yesterday's "lost" miles, but in the end, I decided it was probably wise to just keep it short. I barely ate anything yesterday, and the after-effects of being sick always leaves me somewhat fatigued; probably best not to push myself too much.
So I did a 3 miler -- slow and easy -- and I have simply resigned myself to the fact that this week's mileage is not going to be what I had hoped it would: Even after Tuesday's epic mileage.
That's okay. Sick happens, and for me, it seems to happen all too often -- I seem to pick up stomach bugs every few months. I guess my immune system is less like Chuck Norris and more like Urkel.