What you don't know is that I was the last Ziemnik standing.
Everyone in my family has been sick with a nasty, nasty stomach virus. One you don't wish on your worst enemy.
So I've been washing my hands until they literally bleed, lysoling everything I could, and trying SO HARD to stay healthy, because I am really excited for the trail race this Sunday.
I went to bed, after setting up my bike in the basement so I'd be ready to hit it at 5:30am.
And then, I woke up at 1am. And I knew.
I was no longer the last Ziemnik standing.
I've managed to keep down half a can of ginger ale and 2 saltines. Knock on wood--I hope it stays that way. But now I'm already thinking...if I can't make it down the stairs without being dizzy, how on earth am I going to run a very challenging trail half marathon in 4 days when it's 21 degrees out? Ugh.
Matt told me not to think about it--that tomorrow I might feel 100% better.
I dunno. I just want to stop feeling like I want to curl up in a ball under a rock.
So now I'm sitting downstairs, watching 24, and staring at my bike that never got used this morning.