Last weekend (2/5-7) I chaperoned a middle school confirmation retreat to a really cool place here in the city that does urban experience retreats. It was awesome. The 7 middle schoolers in our group spent Saturday watching a bunch of kids at the Harriet Tubman Shelter for women and children.
We were supposed to have 5-10 year olds. Instead, we had, a 4-month-old, a 10-month-old, 5 2-year-olds and 8 elementary aged children.
One of whom (at least) had new germs. At least new to me.
About 3AM Monday morning it started and didn’t really slow down until after noon the next day. I tried forcing fluids as much as I could. I was very glad for a cast iron stomach but just a little worried when my fever started spiking (101.5 at one point) and I couldn’t really tolerate anything by mouth. I could keep it down all right, but every sip of water felt like I was grinding glass in my stomach afterwards.
Brutal.
So I didn’t run on Monday. Again.
And I didn’t cross train on Tuesday. Again.
I did eat some solid food last night for dinner. Probably not the best choices, but I didn’t have bananas, rice, applesauce or toast (the infamous BRAT diet of my children’s baby-hood.)
So I had a little tortilla with some cheese. And some more pedialyte. And a few pretzels.
And I came in to the office this today (Wednesday) but I’m not sure I should have. I’m not running to the bathroom or anything but I’m woogly on my feet and feeling like I’d pay $50 for the chance to lay down on a comfortable couch with a blanket.
I’m not too good with this “take it easy” concept, I guess. But I’m totally getting this mediocre training thing. I think.
