And a new low is reached....

Yes only an Intrepid Age Grouper could pretty much strike out on every level today.

Let's start with after saying 'Good morning" to his son, said son avoids Intrepid Age Grouper like the plague and refuses to be picked up by said Intrepid Age Grouper later in the day from school.

Then adding to that after a breakfast of yogurt and banana and halfway through the Intrepid Age Groupers second cup of coffee he suddenly finds himself retching uncontrollably in the bathroom for no good reason. (Cue: all symptoms muted but never cured by every cold medicine created)

Then include parents dog (visiting overnight) dragging a ragged paw over Mo's face scaring him, making him cry and leaving some claw marks, reminding Intrepid Age Grouper of his helplessness to protect son from a horrific dog mauling earlier in his life and he contemplates murdering an animal with his bare hands.

Still seeing red and unable to physically abate adrenaline while swirling in a mental vortex of current illness and past fears, Intrepid Age Grouper sets off an IED by saying an offhanded but very hurtful thing to wife who is still consoling crying child in arms and then Intrepid Age Grouper walks out the door.

Traffic sucks and Intrepid Age Grouper's 20 minute commute becomes 45 minutes. All stations play Mirah Carey's new song for 45 minutes straight.

Then finds his new phone sent from carrier to replace current phone has been stolen from receptionist desk.

Intrepid Age Grouper receives scathing, venom filled email from wife and knows he's in deep shit. Contrite apology and supplication follows.

Cue worsening condition of illness and co-workers telling you to go home because, "You look like crap...your all ashy and pale looking...have you lost weight....why are you shaking/shivering like that it's hot as hell in here."

I think the Intrepid Age Grouper is going to pick up his son from school and go buy some jewelry, chocolate, beer and whatever else he can think of to please his wife, some chicken nuggets for his boy and then probably sit on his couch under a blanket staring at his lonely trainer the rest of the day, to sick to start training again.

Oh yeah...Ironman's only 60 days away. No pressure at all to miss another workout.