Over Fathers Day weekend Adam has signed up for his first race ever. That of running the AF Canyon Half Marathon. Adobe had offered to pay their employee’s entry fee (which was $75) and because Adam is a sucker for anything free – he decided to sign up…even though he hates running…even though he’d have to train for months beforehand…and even though he’d be running it completely alone.
He was supposed to be in American Fork at 4 am, and so we decided it made more sense to stay the night up with my parents since they live so close to the canyon. That worked out well because it also gave us the opportunity to spend some time with my Dad and take him out for a Fathers Day dinner. He picked Miranchito – one of our family favorites.
While at Miranchito my brother and his girlfriend Liesa also stopped by to drop off their kids for the evening so they could go to the Tim McGraw concert. Mom and Dad were also taking them overnight so it was a party at Nana and Papa’s. The kids were in cousin heaven!
The next morning Adam had his big race where he timed in at 2 hours and 16 seconds (not bad for a first timer who had just gotten back from a cruise). Way to go babe! The plan had been for me and the kids to go and cheer him on towards the end of his race but unfortunately that morning I woke up feeling queasy and icky and I ended up spending the entire morning on the potty either with diarhea or vomiting with some flu bug. So. Not. Fun. I felt so bad that we hadn’t been there to support him. He was a trooper though and even after running a race he came home to help take care of me. My Mom was also a super hero during all of this and not only took care of me, bringing me hot rice packs for my cramping and pains, and bland food and medicine for my tummy, but she also took care of all 4 kids for me as well. I seriously have the best Mom ever. She didn’t even make me feel bad about coming and infecting her and my Dad with the flu. She just told me stories about how she and my Dad had taken all 6 of us to California when we were little and they’d all gotten the flu as well while visiting my Nana and Papa. “These things happen” she told me. And I loved how understanding and compassionate she was. She’s such a great example to me.
My handsome half marathon runner taking a self portrait.
We had planned to leave for home right after Adams race at 9 am but because I seemed to be permanently glued to the toilet all morning we didn’t end up feeling safe to leave until after 2:30 or so. Then right as we were leaving Harry said he also felt like he needed to throw up and so we now had TWO of us sick with the flu. We loaded up with throw up buckets and bags for the drive home.
Then Adam asked to drop off my broken cell phone on the way home in Provo since we were right there and that ended up being a huge mistake because it took WAY longer than we thought (almost 30 minutes). I was so sick in the car that I had to finally send Brans into the store to please tell Adam we had to go! Ad finished up quick and then came out to take me and Harry home. We were both still feeling very ick.
By the time we finally got back on the freeway though we came to discover that there had been a HUGE accident and that traffic was at a complete stop. As in NO ONE was moving even an inch in all SIX lanes. It was crazy. Apparently a semi truck had taken the Spanish Fork Exit too fast and overturned blocking all lanes of traffic on the exit and then because of that accident several more accidents happened on the freeway when people couldn’t stop in time and one involved a motorcyclist who got thrown and was in critical condition. It was bad. So we ended up having to sit in the car and wait for 35 minutes before we even moved an inch. It ended up taking us 48 minutes total to finally get passed the accident and back up to the speed limit and then another 15 to get home. So that was quite the adventure too with two of us sick as dogs, Adalynn crying and freaking out because she has had to sit in her car seat so long, and the boys whining and complaining of being bored. Luckily though my amazing Mom had sent us with a bunch of leftover muffins and snacks, so that tied the cranky kids over until we made it home. It just seemed to be one thing after the other though….
Sitting in traffic at a dead stop for 35 minutes
You can’t see it very well in this picture, but this was the clean up crew and behind the man on the left was the motorcycle that was thrown. It was in pieces.
I wish I could say that all the drama and craziness ended after we finally got home, but unfortunately right after we arrived Adam also got hit by the bug and ended up down the rest of the night as well. So three of the six of us were sick with the flu. I luckily had passed the worst of it by evening though (or at least the diarrhea and vomiting had stopped) so I was able to help Adam and Harry a little – but we were a pretty sad bunch and we kept laughing at how pathetic we all were. Needless to say our evening was mostly spent sleeping as much as humanly possible and trying to get the rest we needed. We all agree though…it was a terrible, horrible, rotten, no good, very bad day! 🙂