Trade you my stomach for yours

Have had a stomach virus since late Thursday. Woke up Friday with chills a slight fever and haven't been able to eat much all day.



But...



I'm scheduled for an 11-miler Saturday morning.



And I want to run. Every. Mile.



Blink.



After my El Scorcho crash-and-burn, I've been anxious to get back on that long-run horse, so to speak. I won't be able to run long next weekend because I'll be in Austin for Noah's 1st birthday (which I wouldn't miss if you promised me a dozen sub 3-hour marathon finishes). So, if I miss Saturday, that'll be three weeks before my next long run.



I. Can't. Wait. That. Long.



So, I left work early today, drank tons of gatorade and bananas, and am now convalescing at home on a Friday night. Hoping my appetite comes back. Staying off my feet.



The good thing is I don't feel weak and I don't have a fever or the chills anymore.



But will I be ready for tomorrow?