With less than 5 days before I board a plane to Emerald Isle, it would appear that i have some sort of stomach flu disaster going on. It started Friday, when my breakfast sat in my stomach like a rock, causing me to pick at all my other meals, and feel very "off". Then I woke up Saturday morning around 5:30 to head up to Lake Geneva, and it hit me - I was about to be very sick. I spent all morning throwing up until i eventually fell asleep, and have felt like a hot mess ever sense. This must be how poor wafflito felt, only i don't see HER feeding ME organic boiled chicken. (Although i am getting nauseous at just the thought.) Needless to say, I missed cheering at great lakes, I missed the chance to order a pizza with all the toppings only I like because Matt was out of town, I missed all social invites for the weekend, and I missed some of my last training runs before Dublin. I am not a happy camper right now, and i am dreading the thought of going abroad while sick. I was hoping it was a weekend deal, but i am still not feeling much better this morning.
If you need me, I'll be in frowntown.
Also congrats to all the ladies who ran Zooma this weekend - I was really bummed to have missed it (I even made a sign at work!)- I made it all the way to my car and promptly threw up next to it. I'm so cool.