I have been holed up for going on two days now, which really couldnt come at a worse time. I have been training for the Tacoma marathon since January, was tapering like a champ (aka drinking cider while playing big-ball soccer), and have been injury free since forever. Leave it to Julia, the girl I nanny for, to get ill over the weekend. I sent her to school Monday morning, more concerned about getting her out the door than infection control, and here I am. Let that be a lesson, kids are germy. Turns out she had strep throat and two trips to CHWS and a bloodtest later, it has been decided I do not, but I am still blaming her.
Because if not from her, than this would be a random case of flu-like symptoms, which obviously, and I stress that last word, means I have swine flu. You think the disease would be kinder to those that abstain for eating said carrier of the disease, but you'd be wrong.
Back to the marathon. So I didnt go to school yesterday, didnt go to school today, but am still thinking that a miraculous recovery by Sunday is possible. This is strongly NOT recommended by the MD at CHWS, but as those of us who attended the school know, they arent exactly known for an outstanding level of care. Just ask Kira, who basically went blind after taking a medication they prescribed her. Her vision came back, but my faith in their knowledge as a whole never did. In any event, I still want to run. How can I be the grandma who has run every single Tacoma Marathon if I only make it to year #2? Exactly.
Just to clarify, I used to be a huge fan of fevers, but the timing of this one may force me to add an * to the "I love fevers!" belief I once held. Aka I love fevers!* *Except when their sudden and random onset prohibits me from running marathons or competing in any race that takes more than one month to train for, or fulfilling life-long goals. I think that about covers it.
Well, the fever seems to be creeping back up, although that may be because Gomez has decided to sprawl out over my chest/forearms as I write.....
