Here's me in my $140 Chicago Marathon t-shirt and my wickedly fast gold "blingie" shoes. Due to my butt injury, the shoes are just sort of idle right now, but they'll be wickedly fast one of these days.
I really don't have a butt injury, it's a little more complicated then that (my SI joint in my lower back came out and caused glute pain, which led to ITB issues), but for simplicities sake, let's just call it a butt injury shall we?
I tried to angle just right so you could see both shirt and shoes. I look like I just got done running, but since I can't run yet, I swam instead and put the outfit on to pose for you guys. You're welcome.
I went to Chicago even though I couldn't run the race. I am not going to lie and tell you that it wasn't hard to go, I didn't realize how much this race really meant to me until injury stepped in between me and my sub-4 goal. It's easy for me to say that my heart wasn't in this marathon training, but looking back, I think my heart was totally in tune, but I put so much pressure on myself to go sub-4 that I was almost scared to run the dang thing. It wasn't until after my injury that I realized how much this race signified to me. Today marks the one year anniversary of my bilateral pulmonary embolism. This race was a chance to prove to myself how far I have come since then. No worries, I'll take revenge next year.
When we arrived in Chicago Saturday morning, the 10-10-10 signs were everywhere. They were even on my L train pass. I wasn't sure how I would survive the weekend without a total meltdown, but my husband and I boarded the L train and went to see our longtime friends. Once with friends, the beer started flowing and I started to feel a little better. Beer does that.
Me and my beer breath hoped a taxi and went downtown to check out the expo. I even got to see Dean Karnazes, but didn't get a picture because my camera battery had died. Grrrrr.
I did manage to get a couple of shots before the battery died.
I felt the excitement at the expo! I wanted to race so bad, so I turned in my timing chip. I knew that if that timing chip were still on my bib, I would have been at that starting line the next morning. That wouldn't have been a good move for my butt injury. That would have been a hot 26.2 mile walk.
I was sad when I left the expo and hopped a taxi ride back to friends and more beer. Now when I say that I had a 10-10-10 beer a thon, I really only mean that I had a total of probably 4 beers over the course of a day, but I'm not a big drinker so.....WHEW !
Congrats to all you Chicago runners out there! Conditions were NOT good for this race and each and every one of you are awesome in my book! Congrats again!!!!
Honestly, I am glad to put this weekend behind me, it is a total relief. This weekend, I will be spectating the Denver Rock and Roll Marathon and Half Marathon.
Speaking of the Denver Marathon, I received an e-mail yesterday from my local Runner's Roost about the marathon this weekend and one of the things that caught my eye was this statement:
It's not to late to take advantage of the Brooks VIP Porta Potty Pass! .
Really? It sounds kind of crazy, but after standing in a porta potty line that was a mile long and then finally having to make the desicion to either pee or miss the start at my last race, I would pin that pass on my shirt right next to my gels and proudly use it.
Good luck to all of you Denver, Kansas City, and all other racers this weekend!! Best of luck to you all!