On my way home from work on Friday night, I noticed the legs didn't have much snap. I felt a little sluggish. I figured that had a lot to do with being on my feet, chasing customers across a concrete floor all day.
Later that night, I felt really tired. Like, go to bed at 9:30 tired. I actually made it to 10, but I was cooked. And then, around 5 a.m., I woke up with a start. My stomach was rumbling.
"Hmmm," I thought. "Did I not eat enough after riding home last night?"
Turns out, it was a different kind of rumbling -- the kind where you spend most of the next 12 hours either curled up in a ball on the bathroom floor or laying in bed having weird-ass dreams and sweating a lot. Lucky for me, I got both experiences. It was really great.
If I had to bet on where it came from, I'd say Jack. He had the same thing late Wednesday night and into Thursday. And a bunch of other daycare kids had it, too. I have a feeling Chris is next, mostly because she laid down on the couch after supper last night and stayed there for a long time.
But hey, there's good news in all of this -- I'm better now. I ate a lot yesterday and I'm feeling pretty good. The next two weeks on the bike are the "peak" phase of the training plan. I was originally aiming for Iowa City, but with no money and no looming piles of money in the immediate future, that's out. There are a couple of races on April 18-19 in Lincoln that have my name on them.
Don't know what that means, exactly, but I'll be ready for them ... whatever they turn out to be.
3 comments:
Crappity-crap; glad you're past the worst of it. Keep uploading the fluids - you're likely more dehydrated than you think
yessir. many liters (litres?) of fluids have been consumed. All systems go for this week. Grrrrar!
Your daycare is like an incubator for vicious diseases.
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