What a wild morning

Yesterday morning was so NUTS I have to tell you about it. I got up at a reasonable time with perfectly reasonable expectations for the day. Little did I know what was in store. I was supposed to take Bigun to kindergarten about 45 minutes early for a "doughnuts for dads" day, so all of the dads could get together and have some fellowship with all of the kids. She's in 3 yr old kindergarten with a local church. So I got her out of bed a little early. Every morning she says she doesn't feel so well. But today, while getting dressed she threw up on me. twice. Then again in the toilet. So no doughnuts for me. Poor thing.

Then Wifey comes home from the gym and is upset that she has to look after a sick child instead of having her in school for the morning. Sorry I didn't feel like spreading the infection through doughnuts. Then she accidentally meat-punched me, then forcefully plucked a random hair from my forehead. Then she sat down on my lap and farted. What the hell?

Then EG woke up sick too, as an Evil Genius is known to do. This time, both cheeks were encrusted with dried snot, so her nose was running all night long. Both kids also have a feveer. But at least EG wasn't vomituous.

Really? Really?????!? 8 DAYS BEFORE THE MARATHON AND BOTH KIDS ARE TRYING TO GET US SICK? Seriously? gaaaaaa!

Now to be clear, I can't use fancy footnotes like Glaven does. This programmer doesn't want to commit the time to figure that out. So meat-punching by definition is a surprise. the best way is to ring someone's doorbell and take a knee. they won't be looking down when they answer the door, and you will be on the level to deliver a square punch in the dick. Poor bastard will never see it coming. And vomituous is a word Wifey thinks I made up (vom-IT-u-us) meaning a feeling like you are about to vomit. And by poor thing (in the first paragraph), i was referring to myself. screw the sick kid. I finally get to socialize with other guys that have kids the same age as my kids over doughnuts, my favorite cheat food ever, and i get robbed by puke? dang.

Just kidding, i really was feeling sorry for the kid. And i didn't know if it was krispy creme or dunkin doughnuts. I'm a dunkin man for the coffee and all of the cake doughnuts. I'll take it over krispy's every time. Wifey thinks that's rediculous. But still, i might have gone to the church anyway if I knew it was dunkin's.

And if you notice a distinct lack of running notes, that's the beauty of the taper. Lots of rest days. Including yesterday. I did get on the bike on a trainer for about half an hour on wednesday, and did some yoga today. Tomorrow (saturday) is an 8 mile long run, and I might do some strength training on sunday, but it will be some light core work more than likely.

So have a great weekend, good luck if you're racing, and I'm sure some of you are. I haven't actually walked outside of the walls of the house since tuesday, so I'm half stir crazy. And got the spring fever something bad. yesterday it was 22 degrees when kelley left the gym, and tomorrow the high is supposed to be 65. Quite a swing, so I'm going to get outside as much as i can over the weekend.