not the sharpest tool in the box

Probably not too smart going for a run today. Little lady was fighting something yesterday which gave her a rotten night's sleep, but not as rotten as mine. She woke me at about 10:30 by which time my guts were doing a fair impression of a washing machine and I was drenched in sweat. Little lady fell back asleep and I moved to the lounge, which I figured would be cooler and would prevent my tossing and turning from waking Sal. A little after midnight AJ woke again and wouldn't settle. And neither would my guts, which after doubling me up I promptly threw up. Lovely, I think not. Luckily Sal was awake and stepped in to help with little lady, while I cleaned myself up and found myself feeling a little better - so I merely felt like shit.

I went back to the lounge and Sal settled AJ. I was still tossing and turning and next arose at about 4:30 when AJ decided to go walk about. She wandered into bed with mum but didn't settle, so at 4:45 I took over and we got up. Felt fairly sub-human but thought bollocks to it, just pretend like it's all Ok and carry on regardless. Alex was not overjoyed at the prospect of walking the dogs, but once in the backpack we were all good. Well, she was good, I was sweaty and lethargic. We had a fairly typical start to the day, and I did get a bit of a rest when I got her out of the backpack at the park. Still not her usual self she plonked herself down on the backpack and only really moved to stand up and cling onto my leg. Poor little monkey bum.

Continuing the carry-on-regardless theme I rode into work, which was fine. I swapped the morning long black for a can of V, like that would make any difference. By the time lunch rolled around I thought maybe I shouldn't have a run today and decided to head out for a run. I felt tired but alright and had had a pretty normal morning. The game plan was to take it v-e-r-y easy and just use the GPS to get a proper idea of distance. Land speed record in no danger. I took a pee before heading out and it was a bit closer to pineapple than apple juice than I'd like, so I threw in a third water stop on the way around. In the end I did the 8.77km in 42.28, which was respectable enough. No tourists to dodge and the Oprah guys had cleaned most of the bits of Hugh Jackman's face off of the pavement. I felt OK at the end, maybe a little more dehydrated than I'd like, but as I started a little more dehydrated than I like that is hardly surprising.

A couple of meetings ended the work day and nearly ended me, before I got back on the bike and headed back up the hill home. As soon as I got home I made up a pint of homebrew Gatorade and am keeping on the water to get back on track. AJ was deliriously tired, having eaten next to nowt and slept for 20mins during the day. Sal was feeling better than she had when she'd headed home early from work and back to bed. So something has gone through us all. Fairly pleased to have blasted through, might suffer for it tomorrow, but I suspect not.

Not entirely sure why I was knocked about so much last night, but I have a theory. I think I dehydrated myself yesterday when I moved a fair bit, but as it was a dog walk and commuting - albeit mostly carrying 15kg behind me - I kinda forgot that, dur, that is exercise too y'know. So I was low on fluids at the end of yesterday, then whatever AJ was fighting had a go at me, some stomach-bug thing. I sweat my arse off which just made things worse and then my body decided it had had enough and I became a gibbering mess before passing out again on the sofa. It's not science, but it might remind me to drink more now that summer is here.