Ok, when we left off I was dealing with the sprinklers and getting ready to hit out for Chicago…Unfortunately, on Wednesday, I woke up with an unmistakeable rumbly in the tumbly… Remember, two kids had gotten sick at that point. No matter, I was off to Chicago. I was able to fake it pretty good by just only eating at the dinners and didn’t have any major issues. Until late Thursday night/Friday morning. This was the day I was to travel home. And it got ugly. In any case, I made it home. I seriously feel I was in survival mode to get there. Got in and (bless Kelly’s soul) was able to go straight to bed and I really didn’t get out until Saturday morning.
Weighed in later that day at a shocking 157. Quite light for me, but somehow I don’t think it’s a good thing.
Anyway, I am on the mend, now, but my poor Haley bird is down for the count. Kelly is the only one left standing. She is a tough cookie and I am hoping her fortitude and maybe some pregnancy hormones are keeping her strong. After all that bed rest, she is due some healthy time, I think.
Being a self-centered cyclist, I am of course, going to bring this back to me… Can’t seem to catch a break. Keep getting knocked back fitness wise. And life wise. I could throw in the towel on fitness…life would be tougher! In either case, not my style. Try, try, again. Make lemonade, and all that crap.
I realize my problems are petty compared to others, but it’s my bloggy and I’ll whine if I want to. On the other claw, it’s father’s day, this is dad life (oldie, but goodie) and I wouldn’t trade it.