Shmowzow is the sound coming out of my mouth a lot lately as I vomit every single food and drink into my toilet. It started on Sunday when I went downstairs to feed the dogs and ended up laying on the kitchen floor. Major nausea wave knocked me down. The floor felt so cold on my hot flashing body, I didn’t want to move, but I eventually peeled myself off and ran over to couch before I barfed everywhere. By afternoon I was feeling better and I even started decorating for Christmas. I chalked it up as the 12 hour flu. Monday morning I even felt well enough to do a treadmill run. I did have to stop and take a horrible bathroom break after 3 miles, but then I continued for another 3. I went to work and gradually just started to feel worse and worse. I had some trouble falling asleep because the pain in my stomach was so bad.
This morning I woke up and felt the same as Sunday morning. Spent a good chunk of time emptying my stomach into the toilet. I have not eaten any food, so I figured I was empty and went to work. As soon as I walked in I had to take a potty break. I took another one 30 minutes later. I ate a few M&Ms and now I am just biding my time before those work their way out in the most terrible way. Yes I am still at work. My coworkers are going to murder me when they get it.
Last week I decided to cut back my mileage and ran about 36 miles in 5 days. I was planning on ramping it back up this week, just in time for Thanksgiving gorging. Not happening. Those 6 miles may be the only ones I get in all week. Thanksgiving is my only day off for the rest of the week and I think the Turkey Trot will be a no-go since all my fuel has left my body for the past three days. I know I am sick when I don’t even care about my mileage. I’m way to weak to worry about that. I do want to do one more race before the new year though. There might be a few 5ks in the area.