Saturday: Tom King Half Marathon and Much Sickness

So, the last three days have really been a blur:

• Thursday, I was busy with work and had a late night and did not even blog.
• Friday, I swam, ran Ivan out to my parents' house, picked up my race packet at the stadium downtown, and then headed out to dinner and to a party.
• Saturday, I ran the Tom King Half marathon and then picked up Ivan and have been battling sickness ever since

It has just been that kind of few days.

Anyway, a bit more about my Friday night party. Elliott and I headed in to visit Todd Nordmeyer's new bike studio. I call it a bike studio because it is a huge windowed room with two huge televisions on the wall, where you watch your stats while you cycle. I had not been down to see the new place, because honestly, it is further from my house and there is NO WAY I am getting up before 5:00 AM to get to class on time. It is where I draw my line.

If I were wiling to get up before 5:00 AM, I would go straight to Todd's classes, because they are great AND they certainly make you a better cyclist. Kind of funny, while I was at the party, I was talking to a woman and telling her my whole sob-story about how I loved Todd's classes, but with a toddler, I could only take the 5:30 AM class and because I lived in Franklin, I had to get up so early and just couldn't do it. She immediately told me that she lives in Franklin and also has a toddler, but is able to get to class for the 5:30 AM sessions and I kind of felt like a loser. Not that she made me feel bad on purpose. It is rather often that I un-intentionally pat myself on the back for how much I do during the week. I like to tat up my accomplishments. It is clearly part of my blog, and my Type A personality, but no matter what, there are a lot of people out there that accomplish a whole lot more. Can you believe it? It is always good for me to be reminded that I'm really no big deal.

SO, when we left the party, my mom called to tell us that Ivan was sick, but there was not a lot to be done, so just to pick him up tomorrow morning after my race. Ooooh the Mother Guilt that ensued. I slept badly, I called my parents a million times to check on Ivan, I woke up in the middle of the night. It was ugly.

The race was reasonable. My time was faster than last year, but not by much and by race time, I seemed to be having whatever Ivan had, and it was all rather nasty. Will write it up in my discussion of the race.

After the race, there was no staying for the awards ceremony or the complimentary breakfast buffet (I LOVE A BREAKFAST BUFFET), because I had to jet out to pick up my sick child. Elliott and I picked up Ivan from my parents' house and headed home. Ivan took my dream nap of about 4 hours. It was thrilling. He woke up still a bit sickly, and it was a Saturday of making Ivan feel better and cajoling Tylenol down his throat.

The writing on the wall is that I will be camped out at home tomorrow nursing my child. Worse things have happened.