I knew for months that I would be with the kids for 2 weeks while their parents were out of town. I had our daily schedules all planned out in my little day planner book, I thought I was going to get so much done in 2 weeks. I would take the girls to school at 7:30am, go to the gym and get in as much working out as I could before I had to pick them up at 3pm. Wrong-o.
Oh, it all started out fantastic. I woke up bright eyed and bushy tailed, got the kids up, fed and out the door on time. Gym time in the morning is my favorite, either there is a fun class I can take, or there is hardly anyone there and I can drip sweat on the treadmill all I want without much of an audience. I'd go home, shower, fix a healthy lunch and have plenty of time to run an errand or two before I picked the kids up from school. Evenings were crazy busy, I knew I wouldn't make it to boot camp in the evenings, which is why I had planned to work my butt off in the mornings. Every night there was softball practice, cheerleading clinics, or gymnastics. I honestly have mad respect for the girls' mom, I have no clue how she does it. Talk about birth control! (but seriously, they are great kids and I love them dearly)
Then disaster strikes. One day I woke up and the morning started off totally normal. I made it to the gym, ran around all day and night, but by the time I got back to the house with the kids I felt horrible. I have been healthy for 6 months with not so much as a sniffle. My healthy streak came to an end. I have no clue what I got, it was so awful it was that type of sickess people refer to as "the crud". By the following morning I was hacking up my lung, my head felt like it was going to burst and I had no voice. Thank God for cell phones, my main form of communication became texting the girls because calling up the stairs was far too strenuous, walking up the stairs to whisper to them was out of the question because the climb up all those stairs left me completely out of breath.
I fought "the crud" with every thing I knew to do. I probably used every form of cold/flu medicine they had in their cabinets. I popped vitamin C tablets like they were m&ms. I drank this super vitamin C juice I found at Kroger. I guzzled water. I started going back to my house (because it is in the same town as the girls school and I didn't have to drive as far) and passing out until it was time to go pick the kids up again. I was determined to get better as fast as possible, but it still rendered me weak and lazy for 8 days straight.
So there it is, 2 weeks of crazy. I'm finally able to breathe again, but I'm not totally well. I still have to blow my nose free of gunk when I wake up, and there is this obnoxious rattly cough that is trying to hang on. I am actually dying to get back into the gym. I miss it! I never would have thought I would say that 3 months ago. But ultimately I decided it is probably best to wait until I am 100%. I think being thrown off the back of a treadmill in a wheezy heap would probably be disastrous. Hopefully I'll be back to boot camp on Monday evening, I have a summer body to work on! :)
