So Scott and I flew out Saturday morning to do the Muddy Buddy race in LA. Just before we left my sister let us know that she had been up sick throwing up all night and couldn't keep the girls for Saturday, so we quickly arranged for Grandpa Fly and an Aunt to take them for Sat. and Grandpa would keep them Sunday. So on the flight I started feeling nauseous, which I attributed to motion sickness. We got our rental car, rented a mountain bike, checked in for the race, the whole while I was still feeling nauseous. We checked into the hotel and I took a nap hoping the motion sickness would subside. I woke up in a fog thinking - I'm not feeling well AT ALL. I then proceeded to spend the next 16 hours curled up in bed or on the floor of the bathroom vomiting and in intense pain. So we couldn't even do the race we flew in to CA to do. Not only did we not do the race I never left the room and made Scott watch after me. Meanwhile at home Mercedes had started throwing up and all I could think about was just getting home to our girls. We could've taken a 10 am flight out Sunday if it wasn't for the fact that we had to return the mountain bike after 11am; so we ended up making it out at 4pm Sunday afternoon. Thankfully I was able to keep everything down all day. I must say it's a torturous thing to be on an airplane when you're still sick and nauseous. Thankfully we made it home without incident to our girls. I do think Muddy Buddy will let us transfer our registration to a race next year - maybe Boulder in August; so start training and we'll all get Muddy! (And NO ONE is allowed to be sick)
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