I’m sure you’ve heard the saying “if you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans.”
Yesterday’s plan – 8 miles, several hours of work, soccer, martial arts, cub scouts.
This weekend – guests, site seeing, running.
What really happened:
One mile into my 8 mile run, I got a call from the school nurse, telling me Jones wasn’t feeling well. I figured it was just his allergies, so I ran the long way home and finished 3 miles. Picked Jones up at school. Beer Geek was working from home and had 30 minutes until he had a conference call. Gave Jones a “puke bucket”, told him to yell for daddy if he needed him, and bolted out the door for another 2 miles. Shortly thereafter, umm, let’s just say I needed to do a load of laundry and lysol a bedroom floor.
This may have been the conversation I overheard:
Jones: I just threw up out my nose!
Shoo: That’s Epic!
(Yes, boys are kind of gross)
Looks like 8 miles on the treadmill today if sick boy can keep some food down. Everything else has now fallen into the “we’ll see” category.
Me? I’m just washing my hands like a crazy lady. I’m pretty sure subsisting on soda crackers and gatorade is not part of a good taper plan.
Happy Friday the 13th!