When I made the shift from afternoon training to morning training, I also made the decision that little, if anything, would interfere with those workouts. The change was made to allow me to train without sacrificing time with my kids. For the most part, I've achieved that goal.
Last night, we ran into one of those few things that I allow to get in the way of training. It is, of course, the same thing that made me shift my schedules around in the first place. Children.
By the time I got home from work, yesterday, I was feeling pretty rough. I had a bit of a fever, wasn't all that hungry, and wanted nothing more than to go to sleep. After taking care of a few "have to" items, I did just that. I was in bed by 6 p.m. and napped until it was time to put the kids to bed. After helping my wife with that, I went back to sleep.
That turned out to be a good thing. About midnight, my daughter started squawking in between coughing fits. She was clearly distressed, and I could hear her breath rattling in her lungs. To top things off, she was so worked up that she didn't "like" anything. We offered her honey to try and sooth her throat, which she refused. We offered her a popsicle to pacify her. Suddenly, she "no like" popsicles. She even rejected orange juice. Perhaps she knew we had put cough syrup in it.
Finally, I just took her into the bathroom, closed the door, and turned the shower on hot. That helped enough to get her playing and laughing, allowing me to get her to drink the juice. She even allowed me to suck some of the "buggies" out of her nose.
Unfortunately, it took another couple hours for her to be comfortable enough to sleep. And if she's not sleeping, daddy's not sleeping. We sat in the recliner. We laid back in the recliner. We made a campsite on the living room floor.
She finally fell asleep around 2:30, and I held out hopes of making my training. When the alarm went off at 4:30, I decided another 90 minutes of sleep might be in order. After waking up, showering, and getting dressed, I went into the living room to find my wife had been rousted to assume my role as "co-camper" with my daughter.
Oddly enough, having to care for my daughter put all thoughts of being sick myself on the back burner. While I may have missed my workout, I feel much better. Tonight, we will take steps to help her make be comfortable through the night BEFORE she goes to bed.
Because Friday is now my "makeup" day for training...
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