Way to the Barf

It's almost midnight and instead of sleeping and dreaming on Gatorade, I have just finished putting the second load of puke-stained laundry in the wash. My youngest daughter, not yet two, has vomited twice so far this evening. My wife says its going around. It's always going around.

What this means as far as the race is concerned is undetermined. I would guess my wife's 5k is shot to hell, for sure. My race status is listed as questionable. If the sickness spreads to other family members, I will not be leaving the house. If I begin hurling, obviously, that's an issue as well.

While I find this turn of events unfortunate, one has to chuckle a little. All the training, the not drinking, the blogging and it all gets undone just like that. No use in getting upset - it's not like my kid wants to be sick.

I've revised my goal: instead of 2:45 I'm aiming for No Barfing. It too seems unrealistic for the moment.