Major disappointment. No WDW marathon and no Goofy medals for me.
Both Ted and I caught something. The flu? Food poisoning? Creeping crud? Whatever it is it forced us to spend all day and night Saturday in bed fighting chills, then sweats, and nausea.
I never lost hope to run. I even set the alarm for 2:40 but it just didn’t happen. I had no strength and could not stay vertical without stomach pain and light headed ness.
We made it outside the resort to see the runners pass by. I cried but knew there was no way I could have done it.
We tried to make it on the bus to downtown Disney but felt ill and had to get off at Boardwalk.
Ted keeps saying this could be our worst vacation ever.