So after a long week of being sick, capped with an AWESOME day of private practice (that left my still-recovering ass crawling into bed at 730pm last night - I even missed Girls Night for fear that my sleepy crabass might bring down the overall festive mood of the other ladies), I was awoken by yet another dying battery in the second fire alarm, chriping itself to my attenion at 430am.
Fingers crossed I don't mistakenly leave the coffee pot on, or this apartment is going DOWN.
I figured - hey, as long as I was up, I made myself some coffee, laid back in bed for while, and then decided - maybe I should go for a run.
Once I got out there, under the overcast skies, I thought, "Hey this doesn't feel as bad as Friday." So I kept going...
Right past the six mile turn around, then the seven, then the eight - and finally, at the ten mile turnaround (meaning, I ran ten miles, now had to make it ten back - yikes) I figured I'd bring it in and head home.
Good choice, 'cause shit started to hurt around 14, and by 18, I was just in that head-down-get-me-the-hell-to-the-car mode.
All told, I did 20 in 3:26. And while I was pretty stiff after, it was nothing that a good tube roll and some ice couldn't cure.
So this brings me to the crossroads I was at last week - Chicago or Indy marathon.
And my decision is....neither.
I am not running Chicago because, well, I am not. It wasn't my race to run this year.
And I am not running Indy because I will be laying on a beach in the Florida Keys that weekend.
I also considered the ultra for the first weekend of November, but the thought of doing anoth ten-mile loop today was - ugh.
So I am going to do the first annual Megan's Made-Up Marathon. It will likely take place the weekend following Florida, and will occur along the lakefront. My sister Devin is going to be the spectator, and I am going to try to rope my mom and Ellen into maybe bring the Mayor down to watch (I may even push him in his runing stollar for part of it!)
The details are sketchy right now, but I should have them worked out by the end of the week.
If you live in or around Chicago and want to do it with me, or run at least part of it - PLEASE DO!!!! I probably won't have any cool bling to give out afterwards and the aid stations will shame even the '07 Chicago marathon,, but you just may finally get that age-group win you've been looking for! There's no stupid high entry fee (okay, there's no fee at all), and I won't even disqualify you if you wear your iPod, like some other races!
Man, I would sooo treat myself to some fatty ice cream now from the ice cream shop now.
I would have to put pants on.
The National Pie Championship is on tv right now.
But delightfully delicious.