It’s been just over 2 years since I last got hit with a nasty stomach virus – that time it happened the night after I ran the hypothermic half marathon. I had been exposed to the virus when a friend who was staying with us got it, and I guess my body got sufficiently worn down during the race that my immune system just couldn’t win the battle. I went through probably 12 hours of agony, including lot of vomiting and diahriaha, followed by a few days of recuperation. I lost somewhere around 11.5 lbs in that first 12 hours. It was not fun, and I certainly NEVER wanted to go through that again.
Unfortunately history seems to have repeated itself. Easter Sunday this year was my day of agony, which is perhaps somewhat ironic. Similar to the last time, we had someone in the house who was suffering from some sort of stomach virus – this time it was Liam, and he had been sick since Wednesday. Also similar to the last time, I had gone out for a ‘long’ run on Saturday afternoon, although this time it was only just over 16 km at a slower pace. Different from the last time – it took a while longer for things to happen. I was fine all Saturday night, and the bad stuff didn’t start until Sunday morning – after Liam’s Easter egg hunt. I’m thankful I got to watch that before I was really taken out of commission. This time, it was more like 10 lbs lost, but the recovery has been significantly longer. It’s now Wednesday and I’m just starting to feel a bit better. Really hoping this is the last one I ever get – I don’t handle these things very well. I’m no Jesse James – that’s for sure! (You’ll have to be a fan of the Celebrity Apprentice to get that reference I think)