Contains adult language!
Saturday morning, after a quick 2 miler on the lakefront path, Angie and I met up with Cely from Running Off The Reeses and Mehgan at the The Original Pancake House literally just around the corner from our hotel. It was fun to meet people in person that we had only previously communicated with online. We all chowed down fatty pancakes and Angie's omelette contained at least a dozen eggs.
I was glad to have Doug there since he was the only one who supported and understood my consuming a total of 5 Italian Beef sandwiches in 3 days.
|Doug and I both thought that this particular Italian Beef was less than stellar. We had to ask for the aujus!|
- I didn't train past 17 miles. Hmmm, is it any wonder that I started crashing at 16? You would think I would learn my lesson by now about cheating on my training.
- It was hot. This is the one and only reason I would be the least bit jealous of the Bitches training in Texas all summer. Sure, they thought the heat sucked too, but I don't think it affected them as much as it did me.
- My shoes. Let me first defend the Minimus by saying that I did not get a single blister and I do still maintain that they are the most comfortable pair of running shoes that I have ever owned, AND I do still plan on buying another pair. However, I don't think that my feet can handle the minimal padding over a span of more than 15 miles. They really took a beating and I think a little more cushion would have made a big difference in my comfort level.
The Bitches met up after the race, and they found Cely as well. Doug told me where the were, but I had ideas of my own that I didn't think they would be up for. I already talked about it my last post, but it was awesome enough that I'll talk about it again.
Last year, the day after the marathon, Marla (My friend and former Chicago resident that I ran with last year) and her boyfriend took me for my last tour of the Windy city before I headed home. As we were walking the lake shore path near Navy Pier we passed by a little beach.
The one post race thing that I didn't do but really wanted to was have a celebratory deep dish pizza and beer. That's what Marla and I did last year. After a good nap we took our sore muscles over to a wonderful family owned restaurant just a couple of blocks from Marla's apartment. We heroically climbed the stairs to our second floor table and dined with our medals around our necks.
Chicago has treated me well, and I now officially in the "what's next?" phase. Hmmm. Marla did just move to Seattle... and I've never been there before... and I'm sure it's plenty cool there in November...
Thoughts and prayers are with the family of the Greensboro firefighter who died on the course Sunday. In a Greensboro area news report, one of his fellow Firefighters said that he died doing something that he enjoyed. It's a tragedy that makes you ask, "What happened?" and "Why him?" He was only 10 or 15 minutes ahead of me and by all accounts he was a healthy avid runner. Did he have an unknown condition? Did he make any mistakes along the course that any one of us could/or does make at any time? So may people complete this great physical challenge so often that you forget about the very rare, yet very real consequences that can occur.