Pants, In The Negative Sense

Sunday: Last night was a later night than planned but all was well when I went to bed; during the night, I was really ill, feverish, in pain, name a part of the body and it was aching :o( When my alarm went off to get up for the race, I was out of it, floppy and ill. I struggled to make the bathroom, feeling the urge to be sick. Around the time I would have been racing for Pants In The Park, I was vomiting and struggling to walk. So a sound decision not to have gone, then... I spent most of the day in bed, took lots of painkillers, assuming it was a 24 hour viral thing, drinking lots of fluids. My son had an on/off fever for days but I doubt I caught it off him, I hadn't had a dodgy takeaway (no takeaways for a while due to training) so not sure what to blame it on. I was really disappointed to miss the race :o( It wasn't so much that I am trying to reach a number of races (this would have been my 5th) but I have grown to love the excitement of racing, and the atmosphere. And this one would have been for charity, a great cause, and a brilliant atmosphere as it was a fun run. But I guess, if you're too ill, then you're too ill, nothing that can be done, just got to get better and plan for the next one. Some other runners have it tougher, harder, and by the evening, though I wasn't 100%, I felt an energy boost, but kept resting to make sure I didn't do too much too soon. Being so ill so suddenly felt awful, and hope it will pass just as quick.