My marathon training program officially began the week before July 4th, which was a bad idea since 4th of July was vacation week. And man, I did a lot of vacationing that week. I vacationed from running (ok, I ran a couple times). I vacationed from not being a smoker (how about that confession, eh??). I vacationed from having a responsible one drink a night limit. It was a great vacation :)
This training plan is tough. It's taking me out of my comfort zone in running; which is a good thing. I think. I guess we'll find out in November at Philly.
I've learned to become a lover of the 5am wake up call. Well, maybe not a lover, but definitely an appreciator. The weather is awesome at 5am. There are a shocking number of runners, bikers, and cross-fitters out too. It's great to see that many people so early!
Ok so here are the challenges I'm working out right now:
1. Monday night speed sessions wipe me out. Which is awesome and I love it! Except it means that Tuesday morning workouts don't happen. Or any Tuesday workouts. I really just need to suck it up and land my butt at the gym for some cross training in the a.m.
2. My knee still hurts sometimes.
3. I'm getting cramps. I've focused more on hydrating and that seems to help some. I'm also playing around with taking S-Caps before long runs and Monday night sessions.
Right before vacation I did the Cancer Challenge 5K. It's one of my favorite races! It's a flat course that starts at one of my favorite parks. Oh yeah, and the goody bags always have tons of super awesome swag in them. I ran the 5k with full intention of PRing- and I did! I still have about 20 seconds that I want to take off before the end of the year, but this was goal 1 and I accomplished it! Whoop whoop!
I believe the next race on the calendar is the Run for the Grapes 5K. I'm less excited for the race and more excited for the pasta and fried chicken dinner that I have full intention of eating everyday for like a week. It's life changing.
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Saturday, June 8, 2013
Lots of running
The mystery run was a blast! Definitely going to do it every year from now until eternity. I think next year we will have a better plan and more people and create a "team".... which is kind of like cheating but I'm ok with that.
I have 3 races to update on:
1. Speedy Skunk 10k. This is the first year I've ran and it was HOT. It's not like normal hot weather, it's like no-shade, nowhere to hide, blazing sun, cut through the humidity with a knife, kind of hot weather. One mile into the race I started thinking about ways I could decrease the amount of clothing I was wearing. I even started to wonder how many people would be offended if I took of my shorts and ran in my thong. True story. Anyway, I decided to keep my shorts on and ended up PRing by over 3 minutes!
2. Cross Country 5k. The 5ks have been kicking my ass lately. The one I did in Illinois I didn't even come close to running what I wanted to. I ran this one poorly too. I've always been a negative split kind of runner. Start slow, pace yourself, and tear it up at the end. Not the case anymore. My first mile was 7:37 and my last mile was 8:18. The difference in mile splits is embarrassing. So my goal for the next 5k- which is at the end of June- is to pace myself so that 1. I run around 23:45 and 2. I run even or negative splits. I can do it, I can do it, I can do it.
3. War Eagle 25k. This race is badass. If you've ran this race, you are a badass. Once again, I've spectated the past 2 years. This is the first year I've actually ran. This is also the race I debated on doing the 50k. Here is the issue I faced with this particular run: The actual distance you run on these trail races is different than what the distance says it's supposed to be. This is something you know going into the race. It's not a surprise. But I couldn't stop thinking about the 10k two years ago that ended up being 9 miles instead of 6.2. NINE. Yikes. So the whole time I kept thinking about "what if this race ends up being 17 miles? I'd better pace myself just in case." Of course, in hindsight that line of thinking was totally stupid. It's not like this is the first year they've done the 25k. So obviously if there was a distance issue, they would have fixed it already. Sometimes I very seriously think I need to be medicated..... like anti-anxiety type medicated. I bet I'd be a better runner.
The husband ran with me for this race which was cool. Well, 90% of the time it was cool. The other 10% I was thinking about throwing a rock at his head. Like at mile 12 when he asked me how my shoes were doing. Really?? We're 12 miles into what ended up being a 13.3 miles race... does it really matter now how my shoes are doing?? No, it doesn't. What a strange question to ask.
So that's my update. I feel like I need to give a shout-out to some super runners before I go:
-My husband totally kicked that War Eagle 25k's butt. We both think he can and should do the 50k next year.
-Brian ran the 50k and that in itself is amazing
-My dad ran that 5k back in Illinois with me and he did great! Not too many people over the age of 50 can just up and run a 5k without training. Ok, really not many people at all can just up and run a 5k. My dad has always had an amazing ability to run, usually pretty fast, without training. I think that's a trait inherent to natural-born runners, which he is.
I have 3 races to update on:
1. Speedy Skunk 10k. This is the first year I've ran and it was HOT. It's not like normal hot weather, it's like no-shade, nowhere to hide, blazing sun, cut through the humidity with a knife, kind of hot weather. One mile into the race I started thinking about ways I could decrease the amount of clothing I was wearing. I even started to wonder how many people would be offended if I took of my shorts and ran in my thong. True story. Anyway, I decided to keep my shorts on and ended up PRing by over 3 minutes!
2. Cross Country 5k. The 5ks have been kicking my ass lately. The one I did in Illinois I didn't even come close to running what I wanted to. I ran this one poorly too. I've always been a negative split kind of runner. Start slow, pace yourself, and tear it up at the end. Not the case anymore. My first mile was 7:37 and my last mile was 8:18. The difference in mile splits is embarrassing. So my goal for the next 5k- which is at the end of June- is to pace myself so that 1. I run around 23:45 and 2. I run even or negative splits. I can do it, I can do it, I can do it.
3. War Eagle 25k. This race is badass. If you've ran this race, you are a badass. Once again, I've spectated the past 2 years. This is the first year I've actually ran. This is also the race I debated on doing the 50k. Here is the issue I faced with this particular run: The actual distance you run on these trail races is different than what the distance says it's supposed to be. This is something you know going into the race. It's not a surprise. But I couldn't stop thinking about the 10k two years ago that ended up being 9 miles instead of 6.2. NINE. Yikes. So the whole time I kept thinking about "what if this race ends up being 17 miles? I'd better pace myself just in case." Of course, in hindsight that line of thinking was totally stupid. It's not like this is the first year they've done the 25k. So obviously if there was a distance issue, they would have fixed it already. Sometimes I very seriously think I need to be medicated..... like anti-anxiety type medicated. I bet I'd be a better runner.
The husband ran with me for this race which was cool. Well, 90% of the time it was cool. The other 10% I was thinking about throwing a rock at his head. Like at mile 12 when he asked me how my shoes were doing. Really?? We're 12 miles into what ended up being a 13.3 miles race... does it really matter now how my shoes are doing?? No, it doesn't. What a strange question to ask.
So that's my update. I feel like I need to give a shout-out to some super runners before I go:
-My husband totally kicked that War Eagle 25k's butt. We both think he can and should do the 50k next year.
-Brian ran the 50k and that in itself is amazing
-My dad ran that 5k back in Illinois with me and he did great! Not too many people over the age of 50 can just up and run a 5k without training. Ok, really not many people at all can just up and run a 5k. My dad has always had an amazing ability to run, usually pretty fast, without training. I think that's a trait inherent to natural-born runners, which he is.
Thursday, May 9, 2013
Mystery Run!!
I signed up for a mystery run today! What exactly does that mean, you ask?? The answer is... I have no idea. What I do know is that I really wish I had a runny buddy to do this with.... any takers?? Ok I lied. I know a little about it. Here it is:
Next Thursday at 7:00pm we will meet somewhere. I've already forgotten where. And I will be given a bib number and a map. At which point in time I will probably get back in my car and drive home because things on paper scare me. This would be much easier if they just texted us the map at the start. That way I could just break out my phone and plug it into Google Maps and then I'd be set! But alas, this is not to be the case. So I will get back out of my car and attempt the following 2 things:
1. Find (or bribe) a friend to run with me
2. Read a map
This map is apparently going to show 11 different spots that I will need to run to. At each spot I will need to find a "thing". Once I have all 11 "things" I run back and hopefully I'm the first one there and I win! Yay winning! I'm totally kidding- I will not win. But I've heard that there will be "cool beverages" at the end which means I will definitely finish. Oh yeah, I almost forgot to mention- this race could be anywhere from 4-10(!) miles! Yikes!
Soooooo who's going to run it with me??
Next Thursday at 7:00pm we will meet somewhere. I've already forgotten where. And I will be given a bib number and a map. At which point in time I will probably get back in my car and drive home because things on paper scare me. This would be much easier if they just texted us the map at the start. That way I could just break out my phone and plug it into Google Maps and then I'd be set! But alas, this is not to be the case. So I will get back out of my car and attempt the following 2 things:
1. Find (or bribe) a friend to run with me
2. Read a map
This map is apparently going to show 11 different spots that I will need to run to. At each spot I will need to find a "thing". Once I have all 11 "things" I run back and hopefully I'm the first one there and I win! Yay winning! I'm totally kidding- I will not win. But I've heard that there will be "cool beverages" at the end which means I will definitely finish. Oh yeah, I almost forgot to mention- this race could be anywhere from 4-10(!) miles! Yikes!
Soooooo who's going to run it with me??
Monday, May 6, 2013
13.1s and 5s
A post about running.
If you remember, I was supposed to run the Bentonville Half Marathon a mere 12 hours after we landed back from our vacation in Paris. I trained pretty hard for this race. I did hill repeats on the terrible, horrible hill that was to be around mile 12 of this race. I went to lots of speed sessions. I ran as much as my time and guilt allowed me to. And then I ended up not being able to run the half because, well, life happens. I still miss my grandma......
But this is a good post! About persevering! And busting through the cloud of depression that seemed to so easily descend on my pretty-much-perfect life. Here's how it went:
We got back from Paris and I was an emotional mess. We went to Chicago for the funeral and I was even more of an emotional mess- by this time "anger" had entered by emotional whirlwind- not fun. We got home and the mess continued. I was pissed off, super sad, bordering on depressed, and lots of other weird emotions. I did not want to run. Or work. Or talk to people. At all. Ever. I wanted to sit mindlessly and alternate my drinking between wine and coffee and smoke cigarettes and not be around anyone. I was clearly not in a good place....
Then I start thinking about how far I've come in my running and how far I still have to go. And how much it would suck to start from square one again. But at the same time it seemed to easy and so desirable to just throw in the towel and walk away. But Instead of throwing in the towel, we threw the kids in the car on a Saturday afternoon and drove down to Fayetteville to sign me up for the Hogeye Half Marathon on Sunday morning :) So on April 14th I put my half marathon training to use and killed it in the half! Here are the 3 things I will always remember from that half:
1. I spent the first 5 miles trying not to cry. Crying and running are a strange combination.
2. I may or may not have attempted to chug a PBR at mile 10.
3. I passed lots of dudes in the last 3 miles. I'm attributing this to running on PBR power.
Other notes:
*I ran a 5k up in Illinois last weekend. My goal was 23:30. I wasn't even close. I ran a 24:17.
*I ran 10 miles last Monday and got sunburned. Then it snowed on Friday. Weird.
*Next Race: Speedy Skunk May 18th (I think). Now to decide on 5k or 10k???
If you remember, I was supposed to run the Bentonville Half Marathon a mere 12 hours after we landed back from our vacation in Paris. I trained pretty hard for this race. I did hill repeats on the terrible, horrible hill that was to be around mile 12 of this race. I went to lots of speed sessions. I ran as much as my time and guilt allowed me to. And then I ended up not being able to run the half because, well, life happens. I still miss my grandma......
But this is a good post! About persevering! And busting through the cloud of depression that seemed to so easily descend on my pretty-much-perfect life. Here's how it went:
We got back from Paris and I was an emotional mess. We went to Chicago for the funeral and I was even more of an emotional mess- by this time "anger" had entered by emotional whirlwind- not fun. We got home and the mess continued. I was pissed off, super sad, bordering on depressed, and lots of other weird emotions. I did not want to run. Or work. Or talk to people. At all. Ever. I wanted to sit mindlessly and alternate my drinking between wine and coffee and smoke cigarettes and not be around anyone. I was clearly not in a good place....
Then I start thinking about how far I've come in my running and how far I still have to go. And how much it would suck to start from square one again. But at the same time it seemed to easy and so desirable to just throw in the towel and walk away. But Instead of throwing in the towel, we threw the kids in the car on a Saturday afternoon and drove down to Fayetteville to sign me up for the Hogeye Half Marathon on Sunday morning :) So on April 14th I put my half marathon training to use and killed it in the half! Here are the 3 things I will always remember from that half:
1. I spent the first 5 miles trying not to cry. Crying and running are a strange combination.
2. I may or may not have attempted to chug a PBR at mile 10.
3. I passed lots of dudes in the last 3 miles. I'm attributing this to running on PBR power.
Other notes:
*I ran a 5k up in Illinois last weekend. My goal was 23:30. I wasn't even close. I ran a 24:17.
*I ran 10 miles last Monday and got sunburned. Then it snowed on Friday. Weird.
*Next Race: Speedy Skunk May 18th (I think). Now to decide on 5k or 10k???
Monday, April 15, 2013
Ode to Ma Grandmere
This entry will be very much not about running. Its more about feelings. To quote a very funny person from years ago, "Feelings. What are those? Sounds dangerous. If I see one, I'll squash it." If you share this sentiment, quit reading now and wait for the next post which will actually be about running.
This will be a very long post about my Grandma. Because I want to remember her. And I miss her.
My Grandma died. Super expectantly. The day we got to Paris. I am sad. Very sad. Like the empty inside kind of sad. And it sucks. She was not supposed to die. She was supposed to live to 100 with a gin and tonic in her hand. Or a coffee. And my Grandpa was supposed to be the one handing it to her like he did every morning in bed and every night on the porch. But that's not going to happen now and I'm sad about it. Crazy sad. And a little mad. I'm pretty much working my way through all the stages of grief that some quacked-out doctor made up years and years ago.
I was supposed to be able to tell her about my trip to Paris. She was Really Excited for me to go and Really Excited to hear about it. She told me so when I talked to her the week before I left. But now I don't get to tell her about it. I think that makes this whole deal a lot harder. It's great that I got to talk to her one last time (I don't talk to her very often on the phone) but it's not great that the conversation was never finished. I'm still supposed to tell her about Paris. Now I can't. And I'm not the kind of person who wants to be told, "you can still tell her. She'll hear you." No, she won't. It's not the same and it doesn't help. Not right now.
I miss her so much.
Grandma had two spoons for her coffee. One was supposed to be for stirring and one was for scooping instant coffee. One spoon was supposed to be face up and the other was face down. I can never remember which was which. I love that my grandma drank coffee. Most of my favorite people in the world are coffee drinkers. This talk of coffee leads me to two very important questions:
1. Who will yell at my husband from the other room now when he, for a split second, dares to lay his coffee mug down on the table sans coaster??
2. Who will drink the massive amount of coffee that is still left in the basement?? We're talking quantities that would put Sam's Club and Costco to shame. It's a lot of coffee.
Grandma loved to show me her quilts that she made. Well, that's what I tell myself at least. Maybe she just loved to have a second set of hands to hold them up while she took pictures. Either way, I enjoyed being shown. The pool table in her basement was actually, at one point in time, a pool table. Then she got into quilting. And what better way to lay out your next quilt-ified masterpiece than on a felt-covered pool table?? So the pool table has not actually been a pool table for many, many years. Except for this past weekend... I caught a glimpse of that cleared off pool table and had to turn my head. It has many great memories for me as a pool table, but I prefer to remember it as Grandma's work station.
Sometimes I wonder how many people got to see all the sides of Grandma. Grandma, to me, was always just.... Grandma. Always determined and decisive. Always happy. Always glad to talk to someone. Always glad to put me, my husband, and our two little girlies up for a week or two. Always glad when someone came to visit. And the best part- she let you know it too. She made me feel like I did her a favor every time we came to visit :) How awesome of a feeling is that?? How awesome is the person who can make you feel like that?? Damn Awesome.
But there was more to Grandma than just being Damn Awesome. I'm sure my Grandpa knows it. Maybe her kids know it too. I spent two days thinking about whether or not to include this "beyond being Damn Awesome" part of my memoir. It's a little sad and super personal. But I decided the quacked-out doctor from years and years ago would probably say it was a "good idea" and "therapeutic". The two glasses of wine I've had tonight concur. So here it goes:
Grandma apologized to me once. Years and years ago. She didn't say she was sorry, she apologized. There's a difference.
She found out I was upset with her. This was true- I was very upset with her. I was mad at her and sad at her and felt like she was being mean to me on purpose and for no reason. That's the truth. Then I had a breakdown in front of a little birdie. The little birdie told Grandma. Now, let me tell you what Grandma didn't do:
1. She didn't say "pish posh silly Eileen is just being sensitive"
2. She didn't say "I'm sorry you feel that way" and move on
3. She didn't pull some other half-ass one-line "sorry" on me
4. She didn't ignore the situation
5. She didn't get mad or sad or upset with me in return
She called me. Right away. And apologized. I remember it being the most heartfelt, genuine, and eloquent apology ever spoken. She was genuinely concerned that she had made me feel that way. She was sorry her actions had caused me pain. Whether or not my reaction to her actions was "legit" or not was never an issue for her. All that mattered to her was that I was hurting. She let me know beyond a doubt that making me feel that way was never her intention - not just by saying those words, but by saying it in a way that made me believe, beyond a doubt, that she really and truly meant it. And she did.
How many people can say they have put aside every ounce of pride, let down every wall of defensiveness, and removed all aspects of stubbornness to genuinely apologize to someone? I am almost 30 years old and can't say that I've been on either side of that question... except for this one time. Damn Awesome. That's what my Grandma is. Damn Awesome.
This will be a very long post about my Grandma. Because I want to remember her. And I miss her.
My Grandma died. Super expectantly. The day we got to Paris. I am sad. Very sad. Like the empty inside kind of sad. And it sucks. She was not supposed to die. She was supposed to live to 100 with a gin and tonic in her hand. Or a coffee. And my Grandpa was supposed to be the one handing it to her like he did every morning in bed and every night on the porch. But that's not going to happen now and I'm sad about it. Crazy sad. And a little mad. I'm pretty much working my way through all the stages of grief that some quacked-out doctor made up years and years ago.
I was supposed to be able to tell her about my trip to Paris. She was Really Excited for me to go and Really Excited to hear about it. She told me so when I talked to her the week before I left. But now I don't get to tell her about it. I think that makes this whole deal a lot harder. It's great that I got to talk to her one last time (I don't talk to her very often on the phone) but it's not great that the conversation was never finished. I'm still supposed to tell her about Paris. Now I can't. And I'm not the kind of person who wants to be told, "you can still tell her. She'll hear you." No, she won't. It's not the same and it doesn't help. Not right now.
I miss her so much.
Grandma had two spoons for her coffee. One was supposed to be for stirring and one was for scooping instant coffee. One spoon was supposed to be face up and the other was face down. I can never remember which was which. I love that my grandma drank coffee. Most of my favorite people in the world are coffee drinkers. This talk of coffee leads me to two very important questions:
1. Who will yell at my husband from the other room now when he, for a split second, dares to lay his coffee mug down on the table sans coaster??
2. Who will drink the massive amount of coffee that is still left in the basement?? We're talking quantities that would put Sam's Club and Costco to shame. It's a lot of coffee.
Grandma loved to show me her quilts that she made. Well, that's what I tell myself at least. Maybe she just loved to have a second set of hands to hold them up while she took pictures. Either way, I enjoyed being shown. The pool table in her basement was actually, at one point in time, a pool table. Then she got into quilting. And what better way to lay out your next quilt-ified masterpiece than on a felt-covered pool table?? So the pool table has not actually been a pool table for many, many years. Except for this past weekend... I caught a glimpse of that cleared off pool table and had to turn my head. It has many great memories for me as a pool table, but I prefer to remember it as Grandma's work station.
Sometimes I wonder how many people got to see all the sides of Grandma. Grandma, to me, was always just.... Grandma. Always determined and decisive. Always happy. Always glad to talk to someone. Always glad to put me, my husband, and our two little girlies up for a week or two. Always glad when someone came to visit. And the best part- she let you know it too. She made me feel like I did her a favor every time we came to visit :) How awesome of a feeling is that?? How awesome is the person who can make you feel like that?? Damn Awesome.
But there was more to Grandma than just being Damn Awesome. I'm sure my Grandpa knows it. Maybe her kids know it too. I spent two days thinking about whether or not to include this "beyond being Damn Awesome" part of my memoir. It's a little sad and super personal. But I decided the quacked-out doctor from years and years ago would probably say it was a "good idea" and "therapeutic". The two glasses of wine I've had tonight concur. So here it goes:
Grandma apologized to me once. Years and years ago. She didn't say she was sorry, she apologized. There's a difference.
She found out I was upset with her. This was true- I was very upset with her. I was mad at her and sad at her and felt like she was being mean to me on purpose and for no reason. That's the truth. Then I had a breakdown in front of a little birdie. The little birdie told Grandma. Now, let me tell you what Grandma didn't do:
1. She didn't say "pish posh silly Eileen is just being sensitive"
2. She didn't say "I'm sorry you feel that way" and move on
3. She didn't pull some other half-ass one-line "sorry" on me
4. She didn't ignore the situation
5. She didn't get mad or sad or upset with me in return
She called me. Right away. And apologized. I remember it being the most heartfelt, genuine, and eloquent apology ever spoken. She was genuinely concerned that she had made me feel that way. She was sorry her actions had caused me pain. Whether or not my reaction to her actions was "legit" or not was never an issue for her. All that mattered to her was that I was hurting. She let me know beyond a doubt that making me feel that way was never her intention - not just by saying those words, but by saying it in a way that made me believe, beyond a doubt, that she really and truly meant it. And she did.
How many people can say they have put aside every ounce of pride, let down every wall of defensiveness, and removed all aspects of stubbornness to genuinely apologize to someone? I am almost 30 years old and can't say that I've been on either side of that question... except for this one time. Damn Awesome. That's what my Grandma is. Damn Awesome.
July 2013
Monday, March 11, 2013
Cross Your Fingers!
I find out tomorrow whether or not I received one of the 15,000 lottery spots for Chicago! Fingers crossed!! I have a couple Plan Bs that I'm tossing around, just in case. I kinda figure go big or don't go, so my top 3 plan Bs are: Athens, Greece; Hawaii; or Philadelphia.
There a few awesome updates I'd like to post about. I'll keep it short.
1. I broke 24 minutes in the 5K!! I'm like a semi-legit runner now. Although, I'm not convinced it wasn't a fluke so I'd like to try and do it again just to make sure ;)
2. I ran an 8k and it was cold and windy. My face was windburned for 2 days afterwards. Let me tell you, windburn is a pretty attractive look. Especially on the face. You should try it sometime. I did get 2nd in my age group which was neat. Except I didn't get a medal because they messed up my chip time. But it's all good.
3. The next race on the calendar is the Bentonville Half Marathon on April 6th. This one will be interesting. It starts less than 12 hours after my flight lands from a week long vaca in Paris. Luxury problems are fun :)
4. I was supposed to run 11 miles yesterday. A mile and a half into my run I came upon 2 spots on the path where it was totally flooded. Not the kind of flooded you could jump over either. So what did I do? Did I turn around and find another way around the flooded part of the path? Nope, I sure didn't. I ran straight through the flooded path like an asshole. Twice. And soaked my shoes. I'm an idiot. You know that time when you put your car keys on your seat and stare at them sitting there as you proceed to lock and close your car door? And only after you close the locked door you think, "damn. my keys are on the seat"? It was kinda like one of those moments.
So I called my husband to pack up both kids and come meet me with my old runing shoes and new socks (how selfish am I??) But then I decided I was too wet and cold and didn't want to run anymore so I just had him come pick me up.
To make up for my moments of brillance yesterday and decided I would run 12 miles today. I ran 13.1 instead :)
There a few awesome updates I'd like to post about. I'll keep it short.
1. I broke 24 minutes in the 5K!! I'm like a semi-legit runner now. Although, I'm not convinced it wasn't a fluke so I'd like to try and do it again just to make sure ;)
2. I ran an 8k and it was cold and windy. My face was windburned for 2 days afterwards. Let me tell you, windburn is a pretty attractive look. Especially on the face. You should try it sometime. I did get 2nd in my age group which was neat. Except I didn't get a medal because they messed up my chip time. But it's all good.
3. The next race on the calendar is the Bentonville Half Marathon on April 6th. This one will be interesting. It starts less than 12 hours after my flight lands from a week long vaca in Paris. Luxury problems are fun :)
4. I was supposed to run 11 miles yesterday. A mile and a half into my run I came upon 2 spots on the path where it was totally flooded. Not the kind of flooded you could jump over either. So what did I do? Did I turn around and find another way around the flooded part of the path? Nope, I sure didn't. I ran straight through the flooded path like an asshole. Twice. And soaked my shoes. I'm an idiot. You know that time when you put your car keys on your seat and stare at them sitting there as you proceed to lock and close your car door? And only after you close the locked door you think, "damn. my keys are on the seat"? It was kinda like one of those moments.
So I called my husband to pack up both kids and come meet me with my old runing shoes and new socks (how selfish am I??) But then I decided I was too wet and cold and didn't want to run anymore so I just had him come pick me up.
To make up for my moments of brillance yesterday and decided I would run 12 miles today. I ran 13.1 instead :)
Monday, February 25, 2013
Chicago Marathon Drama!
Have you heard the latest about the Chicago Marathon???? You can't sign up for it! I'm having a little bit of anxiety over this. And it's increasing everyday. What if I don't get in??? That was a scenario that NEVER even crossed my mind! Go back to the very first blog entry. Is "not getting in" listed anywhere there???? Nope. It Isn't. What happens if I don't get in? What then? The whole is not to run A marathon, the whole point is to run the CHICAGO marathon. I had the registration date marked on my calendar and everything. I went to the website and tried to register at 1:15 (reg opened at noon) and it wouldn't let me. This is sad.
They said they will tell us what their solution is by Thursday at 3:00. Until then, I will just sit anxiously and hope I don't have to think of a Plan B.
They said they will tell us what their solution is by Thursday at 3:00. Until then, I will just sit anxiously and hope I don't have to think of a Plan B.
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