Before my feet touched the ground, I knew something was wrong. I felt that familiar sore throat, the feverish chills, the body aches and fatigue.
I had the flu.
I rolled back into my bed at the Crowne Plaza in Denver and silently wondered, “How bad is this going to be?”
The answer came soon enough. Two of my kids — the indefatigable 11-year-old and the high-energy 13-year-old — were uninfected. “How to get better in Boulder, Colorado (and find time for a few turns)”