The beginning of the plague

I'm not sure what happened but this winter we got hit with something nasty.  I had been sick with this obnoxious, but not serious upper respiratory something for about two weeks.  Then, for Norah's birthday weekend the family went down.  And I mean hard.  First, G said he just wanted to lay down for a minute, which is something he NEVER does.  He looked pretty terrible too and this was around 4 pm.  Then, I didn't see him until about 12 the next morning.  Dude said that he wasn't feeling the greatest as well, but I didn't know if that had something to do with Papa laying down.  But, when your crazy active 5.5 year old just curls up in a chair and falls asleep?  He wasn't lying.  So, I had him eat something small and he headed up to bed too.  Lucy, was soon to follow.  Norah had earlier in the week thrown up once while I was working but then seemed to have diarrhea for the rest of the week.... that poor girl pretty much lived in the bathtub because she didn't know what was going on.  :(  She luckily got better before we got to my parents because I knew that my Mom wasn't going to be very sympathetic to her if she ended up pooping on her floor.  Lucy ended up throwing up once and then seemed to be in the clear.  G however had it for a few days and Dude never had any gastrointestinal problems was just very lethargic and under the weather.





Now, while all this exciting stuff was going on I was still sick, but I was the least sick of them all, which meant I was healthy.  This probably went on for a good two weeks, which also meant that nobody was training for their marathons that were quickly approaching.  Did that stress me out at all?  Of course it did!  All this was happening right around my peak week and I was thinking that I was missing out on key training and long miles.  I was starting to get discouraged too because I would try to run (that was silly) and wouldn't even be able to run 3 miles without thinking that I was going to lose it.  Not the type of feeling you want to have about a month out from your race.

Luckily, this sickness passed and even though it seemed like a very long time it was't.  We are truly blessed that we are pretty healthy and I pray that we never take that for granted.

JVG