Those are not the odds I was hoping to have this flu season but alas, with just 3 weeks until the official start to Spring, our luck ran out. And it ran out fast.
Monday night, Mr. O. got sick in his crib. Poor little guy. His first bout with the flu was not kind. It was also his introduction to the fact that I am absolutely terrified of the stomach flu. The thought of barfing makes me start to sweat and want to curl up in the fetal position and cry. Tuesday I was paranoid all day and prayed and prayed that no one else would get sick and was cleaning like crazy.
By Wednesday, we got cocky and thought we’d dodged a big bullet. We went to bed feeling confident that life would resume to normal.
Then Fit Boy blew his biscuits. And not long after, Hubby and I were feeling the pain as well.
We were a sad and sorry bunch by Thursday. Only Mr. O. was showing any signs of life. Thankfully, by Friday we were all starting to feel more human again. I dragged my sorry butt to work because I hadn’t been in the office since Monday and was almost desperate for some fresh air.
This meant that no Ragnar training or half marathon training took place this last week. I’ll pick up this week as I feel able to. That flu took a lot out of me (literally and figuratively) so I’m in no rush to tax my body this week. I’ll aim for a couple of easy runs and some strength training. Anything beyond that is total bonus.
Today, we are all on the mend and eating regular food again. The memory of the horror that was last week is starting to fade and my heart palpitations are lessening. Never have I been happier to hear the sounds of my kids whining, fighting and telling me my cooking sucks (in toddler terms of course).
Life goes on. Thank goodness.