Feeling a modicum better so I went to work. Didn't even take running clothes so I would tempt myself. Still hoping to get better.
After work, I walk in the door to see a beautiful homemade meal sitting on the table- chili soup, cornbread, corn on the cob, chips and homemade guac. Then I hear my 4 year old in the bathroom crying, so I walk in to see her sitting on the pot. She looks up at me and starts puking, so I naturally try to catch all of it in my hands. Welcome home indeed. Then, after washing my hands, my wife dashes to the bathroom and starts puking herself. We figure this came from my 1 year old, who was throwing up all Wed night. So, dinner was just my 1 year old, my 6 year old, and me, eating the food. Now I hope I don't get the stomach flu on top of my cold.
I was planning to taper this week, but figured I'd have 75 miles, rather than 30. Oh well- most important is to recover. Mileage is irrelevant for both Chuckanut next Saturday and the Barkley at the end of the month.