Well, let's just say that the throwing up didn't stop after the race. In fact, I was presenting to fifteen teachers in a neighboring school district the following Tuesday after the race. I had felt alright on Monday and by 9:00 a.m. on Tuesday morning, I was setting up a little "throw up" stand behind an easel next to the teacher's desk. That was PLAN B, just in case I didn't make it down the hall, out the door, across the playground, back into the office and down the hall to the teachers' restroom.
Guess what happened? Plan A. I tore down the hall, made it through the office, heaving the whole way. I wound up in the restroom, just in time. IT WAS THE SINGLE MOST EMBARRASSING moment of my profession as teachers stared at me...we were dropping like flies! We all abandoned the day and I went home to sleep for three hours.
Two days later, I was back to my usual FUN and GAMES and recovered from my race. One of my proudest moments was helping Sparkle Pants pick out his first "manufactured" Halloween costume in the middle of February. He is CRAZY about all super heroes and choose a Captain America costume from Party City. It wasn't until I got home and we attempted to watch a few Captain America videos off of You Tube that I realized that this "vintage" cartoon is really pretty racist, violent and riddled with tanks, weapons and everything else that Sparkle Pants' parents abhor. MAN, I'M ALWAYS IN THE DOG HOUSE AROUND here when it comes to Sparkle Pants.
Too much sugar!
Nasty Halloween costumes!
Late bed times!
Too much pretend and role playing...
Geesh, being a grandma is NOT easy. I didn't realize I was going to have to play by everyone else rules..
Time for me to grow up...or not.
Happy Running, stay safe!