Attacked by Parasite(s)

So... I have my whole week planned out. It's gonna fall together like bread and butter. Sunday I'm going to run semi-long, so I did my 8.5 miles. I'm going to run again on Monday because Tuesday I want to mountain bike. Wednesday I want to run again. I'm going to push Thursday in as a rest day because Friday morning I'm goin to go for that 18 miler! I might have a chance at CMM after all!

Monday it was windy during lunch hours... I just didn't have it in me to run through the wind. Fine... I'll hit the rec tonight and that will also give me the option to lift some weights, do abs, etc.... Summer is well on it's way. Sleeveless shirts and shorts are in sight - get your tone on, Holly.

6:15-ish I hit the treadmill thinking I'll do about 4. Dangitt! I left my water bottle at home. Oh well! But then at like.... 3.5 I get the urge to go 5 miles. So I finished my 5 miles in 46:39, dying of thirst I head to the water fountain looking sheepishly at it and thinking "yikes! I hate those things!!! Tons of sweaty, heavy- breathing people getting their mouths milimeters from the same nozzle and slurping water just grosses me out. There has to be germs all over those things no matter how careful you are... you know they JUMP out on you! I'll keep my distance, grab a quick drink and I'll be good." Then I headed over to do some incline press and then work with free weights. Then a few abs... out the door I go! Nice workout - very pleased :-)

Onto my parents' house. Mom fixed my favorite -- pintos and sour krout. I walk in, fix myself a plate and INDULGE. Ahhh... it tastes so good. I come home feeling rejuvinated, get in bed around 11pm and fall fast asleep. zzzzz.....zzzzzz....zzzzzzz....

1am my eyes are open. Blink. Blink. Ummm... am I dreaming? I feel funny. "Close your eyes and go back to sleep Holly." Blink. Blink. I'm feeling funny AND funky. Uh-oh... sumthin's gotta give. I roll over. Whoa... GIIIIRL - you betta HIGH STEP IT! I had several rounds of severe diarhea and I think "well something obviously didn't set too well. I still feel really weird but I'm goin back to bed. I'll sleep it off." 1:10am eyes are open. Blink. What's goin on with me? I am feeling a bit pukey. I think I better be safe and go sit in the bathroom awhile. Boy am I glad I did. I projected tons of pinto beans, corn bread and sour krout into the toilet - several HUGE wooshes out of my mouth. OMG that hurt! OMG my throat is on FIRE! OMG I'm so sick. I crawl across the bathroom only to make it to the garbage can where I hurled some MORE! I can't hold my head up at this point. I called my parents. My dad told me not to move and rushed over around 1:30-ish. He came in, helped me clean matters up and got me settled back into bed. 2am - I'm running to the bathroom puking again. This time from the abrupt attempt at getting my head in the toilet I was not exactly too successful. My poor dad. He would barely get the mop put down before he was using it again. This went on literally all night - until around 6:30-7am. I totalled up 7 episodes from the mouth and 13 from the other end!!!

I was so thirsty I could not stand it. But each time I would eat 2-3 small ice chips it wasn't 20 minutes till I was back on that freshly mopped floor or my head was stuck in the mop bucket throwing up. By around 4-5am I am feeling very dehydrated. Very fever-ish.... whatever that was - I declared it a death sentence. I needed some liquids but was so afraid to try. I remember racking my brain - "Who would I know that might have an IV needle handy?" Mom came over around 7:30 and brought me some sprite and jello & anything else she could possibly think of to help. I was able to hold this down. Am I lucky or what? I have been weak from this ordeal since Tuesday. Today (Friday) is the first day I've been able to actually EAT anything. Thank goodness for parents who love me!!!! A sister, Lana, who brought me a plate of food, fruit, drinks & even a new toothbrush! I really do not know what I would have done without them. This was undoubtedly the worst sickness I've ever been plagued with. It really lasted about 3 full days. Body aches from head to toe, exreme fatigue, nausea, and the rest of it.

Needless to say, since I am finally feeling back to about 75% today... my 18 mile plan did not come through. :-/ I did 3.5 instead and it was ALL I could do on no fuel. Sigh.................