So it seems like the greatest challenge associated with running with a toddler and a baby in the house is one that I didn't even think of or anticipate. Sorting out logistics and overcoming a lack of sleep? Those are child's play. Okay, maybe not child's play, but definitely doable. But I've recently come up against the big mama of all running-mom-challenges: Staying healthy. Whoa.
In case you haven't noticed: Toddlers are little germ magnets. Keep them in isolation, and they're fine. But place them amidst their runny-nosed friends, and they come home with a cold before you can say "bless you". And soon the whole family is sick. Including the nanny. Joy.
|In isolation they do fine.|
We've been through this cycle three, yes three, times in the past two months. It's been exhausting: We've coughed and cried and sneezed. We've wiped and blown and sniffed. We've swallowed syrups, suspensions and granules: Red ones, brown ones, speckled ones; cherry-flavoured ones, berry-flavoured ones and foul-tasting ones. We've inhaled vapours, steam and fumes. We've spent thousands (yes, thousands) of rands on doctor's appointments and medicines. We've cuddled a lot, slept very little, and hummed 1001 lullabies. We've felt crappy, felt a little better, and then felt crappy again. We're officially pooped.
As you can imagine, running in between all of that is downright difficult. By some miracle - through lots of prayer, even more grace and a very good immune booster - I've managed to stay sort of semi-healthy through it all: I've felt good enough to run, but bad enough to know to take it easy. But I'm ready to be healthy now. And to have a healthy family again.
Please, please, please, let us get healthy.