Hospital Visit, Nausea, and Frost Bite - Oh My

It was a challenging week at the Reese house. And by "challenging" I mean "Our house turned into a high production vomit factory."

There is nothing I hate more than throw up. (It's true. I hate throw up even more than Gloria Estifan music, cauliflour, or speed workouts.)

It was like the Angel of Death saved a little Christmas present for our family and decided to deliver it to our house the day after Christmas. He provided Mel with more nausea and vomiting than should be legal. Mel is pretty tough but by the afternoon she surrendered. "You have to take me to the emergency room."

Funny enough, every single person in the state of Utah got visited by the Angel of Death on the same day - the ER was standing room only. For a mild to moderate germaphobe like myself, there is positively nowhere that resembles Hell more than a packed emergency room full of coughing or barfing American citizens. After a few hours we got our own private nook of the hospital where Mel got meds and IV fluids.

Mel managed to fend off the Grim Reaper during our five hours at the hospital. Unfortunately the excitement wasn't over yet. Our middle daughter wanted in on the action too and started tossing cookies that evening. THAT, my friends, was a LONG night.

Amid the black plague infesting our house, I managed to squeek out 26 miles for the week. Without question, the most fun was a group 10 miler on Sand Mountain. I also got in an early morning jaunt on the Jem trail Friday:

It was bitter cold outside. It was the kind of cold that makes it hard to see because water is streaming from your eyes. The kind of cold that makes your nose drip like a leaky fausett. The kind of cold that makes your fingers feel like Otter Pops. The kind of cold that tries to pull you back to the car with every passing minute.

On this run I snapped one of my more awkward jumping photos. I'm a little uncomfortable about how closely this resembles a cheer leader. I'm really sorry about that. I will try to make sure that doesn't happen again.

Wishing you and yours a throw up free 2013!