We have been waiting for this, and now the time has come. Both boys are having chickenpox, and both look really bad. They both have spots literally all over their bodies, and I feel so sorry for them! Yet, there is not much we can do about it, apart from telling them not to scratch (how do you explain that to a 2-year-old?) and hoping that it will go away sooner rather than later (plus, giving them drugs).
As a result, neither of us slept a lot last night. Cian came into our bed around midnight, and viciously kicked me into the back a few times, until he decided to go back into his own bed. Sometime in the middle of the night he returned, and at 5am Shea came as well, and that was the end of any hopes of more sleep for me. Cian and Niamh both managed to fall back asleep eventually, and Shea decided at 5:30 that he wanted to watch a DVD, and that's when I managed to sneak out of the house in time for my 13-miler. It went very well, apart from me miscalculating my pace in the middle of it, but that didn’t have any effect on my running.
My mum is coming for a visit tomorrow, though with the boys being sick we won’t be able to do much, which is a pity. She’s staying for a week, and at least the weather is supposed to be nice most of the time. I’m not sure what she will say about my running. She’s worried about me dropping dead when I’m running a marathon, but she seems ok about training runs.
16 Jun: 13 miles, 1:43, 7:55 pace