Move It, Monday. (Or Move It Monday!)
Move It, Monday. (Or Move It Monday!)

Move It, Monday. (Or Move It Monday!)

Either works.

Today, we are all home sick. I will be going into work in a little bit, but it’s been a rough 36 hours. Alvie Bean has a baby cold (which he promptly shared with me & the architect).  Snuffly, wheezy, snotty, and gross. There has been a lot of waking up at night on Saturday & Sunday night, so in addition to feeling like I got  hit by a truck, I am also more sleep deprived than I’ve been in ages.

I think Alvie is feeling better this morning. He is breathing better and is a little more smiley. He is pretty tired, as well, though.

Yesterday was rough. For most of the day, if he was awake, he wanted to be held, and he specifically wanted to be held by the person who could give him comfort nursing. So, even though I didn’t feel too bad for most of yesterday, I didn’t get to leave the house (except a quick run to the grocery store during a nap). We spent most of yesterday cuddling and nursing.

What that means, in terms of moving it, is that I didn’t get my bike ride in. So – triathlon in 2 weeks; 16 mile ride, and I haven’t been on my bike since July? That’s going to work out well. I am riding to work tomorrow (I need to get a light for morning; it’s dark now at 6 am, as I found out last Tuesday), and will try to ride Friday & Sunday, then next Tuesday again. I know I CAN ride 16 miles; I just was hoping to be a bit better trained.

Oh well – my triathlon goals are

  1. Finish
  2. Don’t finish last (A Goal)

And that’s it.

But this week, plans are

Monday – rest, eat soup, drink plenty of water, go to bed by 8:30.

Tuesday – Bike to work & back (about 20 miles round trip)

Wednesday – AM swim

Thursday – PM swim

Friday – AM run/mid-AM walk/PM bike

Saturday – AM trail run

Sunday – AM bike

I know I can do the swim, I know I can do the run, and I know that I cannot PR this thing (besides, the bike is 4 miles longer than other sprint tris I’ve done, so even in tip-top shape, it would be hard to PR). So – I need to just go easy and go hard and have fun.


  1. I hate triathlons! =D

    No, but really. I can’t imagine throwing myself into even ONE more sport, much less another TWO sports that require A) more stuff and B) standing around in more starting corrals at the crack of dawn and being forced to listen to the Black Eyed Peas.

    No, but really. It SUUUUUCKS when you are your babbies are sick (that was a typo but it stays). In addition to worrying about them dying of a cold (yeah, I do that), you are unfairly deprived of sleep exactly when you need it the most. To me this is proof there’s no god. Or there is one and he hates us. e



    1. Why U no post baby pics today (yesterday, whatever)?

      I absolutely worry about him dying of a cold. What with the coughing and sneezing and being unable to breathe through his nose (and his general unwillingness to breathe through his mouth). I didn’t even realize how unreasonable that was until just now when I had to type “dying of a cold.”

  2. It gets worse. My Evil Genius has walking pneumonia now, we just found out today. She needs antibiotics, which of course she actively refuses to take. So there is a very real chance she’ll have to spend another night in the hospital just to get IV medication. All for being an insane 5 year old who won’t drink the medicine. it sucks. Alvie will get over the cold quickly by comparrison.

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