The baby’s stomach virus hit me late last night. Husband rented “A Million Ways To Die In the West” to cheer me up after what was a crappy (no pun intended) day.
After dinner I started to feel that all too familiar queasiness in the pit of my stomach. I was able to ignore it for most of the movie. There were some really funny parts and this one in particular had me laughing so hard I almost started crying!
I went to bed around 10:30 pm. Tossed and turned for a good while until it hit me. That unmistakable rumble in the stomach that says “get thee to the bathroom pronto!” A few minutes later the cold sweat hit me like a ton of bricks and everything came out. From both ends. That’s the moment when I thought it might be better just to curl up and die.
I instantly felt better but the weakness set in and hasn’t left. I had a fitful night’s sleep. The phone call to my office has already happened. I am going to try to get through the morning but likely not much else.
I got hit with a stomach virus earlier in the week. The bright side is that I got to sleep 16 hours pretty much straight, but that was after a horrendous day at the office struggling to keep my shit together (pun intended). I barely ate for three days and felt so incredibly weak. It was awful.
I really do hate being sick.
Today was the first day that I felt almost normal. So I decided I needed a run. I didn’t think I’d be able to do more than 2.5-3 km so I was quite surprised when I reached 4.1 km and realized I could probably squeeze out the last kilometer and make it a 5km day. That last kilometer hurt. My calf/shin issue is still with me but it’s getting better, a little too slowly for my liking, but beggars can’t be choosers.
I had really hoped to start increasing my runs/week by now but that just isn’t happening yet thanks to the shin splint and this most recent bout of the stomach flu. I can only hope that May will be a better month for running.