Stomach Flu and Running Success

Oh my goodness, guys. I had the stomach flu last week. And it was dreadful. I think there was some kind of temporal weirdness going on, because I'm sure I threw up food I hadn't even eaten yet. The problems are now resolved, but it was a dreadful week.

I spent most of my time in bed, knitting. I knit while lying down, sitting up, and while curled up under a giant blanket. And I managed to knit a 16" body for my fancy Icelandic sweater and half the yoke in three days.

I was feeling better, but weak, on Friday. Saturday I went to work, and Sunday I felt well enough to attempt something I had not ever thought possible.

I went to the gym. I got on the treadmill.

And I ran a mile in nine minutes. NINE MINUTES. I couldn't believe I'd done it. I couldn't do that in high school. I couldn't do that in junior high or elementary school, either. I have never been able to run a mile that quickly.

I was disappointed that magically, no medal was waiting for me when I got off the treadmill. But the lady who was working in the gym did give me a high-five, so that's something.