Superpounce came home from her sleepover feeling all gimpy. Gimpy turned to fever. Fever turned to fever with a headache and sore throat. Definitive scientific testing confirms that she has the swine flu. Never fear, she's already on the mend with Tamiflu, and the recent cases don't seem to be any big deal for people her age.
So far it does not seem to be affecting the grownups in the house very much. Pauline went from gimpy to fever on Friday, but she survived the 70s, so she may have had some previous immunity to the disease.
I haven't had anything except gimpy, and that may have had something to do with the four and a half hour bike ride on Saturday and the 10 mile run on Sunday. I did both at what would have been a massive PR Ironman pace and all 10 beats or more below lactate threshhold. I'm gonna chew through 140.6 miles like a knife through hot butter.
Ain't no pig flu coming to live in this body. The environment is too hostile, what with nearly 13 hours of racing and training last week and seven or so hours of training in the last three days. Ironman has no time for pig flu. Hurdle the weak, trample the dead.
**furiously knocking on wood***