So Cheese brought it to my attention that I neglected to report I would also be running a half-marathon during my Nashville trip this past weekend.
Not sure why I forgot, but I did.
And I ran it.
Turns out Nashville got itself some hills, and I missed that memo.
Also turns out that trying to run 13.1 very torturous hilly miles in 90 degree heat after coming from 8 months of 30 or lower temps here in flat, flat Chicago is just a bit harder then anticipated.
It wasn't the going up part of the hills that beat my ass - I am actually pretty good at that part, technique-wise.
It was the going down part that crippled my quads by Mile 11 (up to which point I was running a PR, despite the conditions).
After Mile 11 and 12, I watched my PR be wiped out by four minutes. But in the end, I finished, and I am proud of that.
I also ended up in the medical tent right after I finished (first time ever in a race for me!). It was super scary at the time, but I'm fine now - well, still quad-cripped two days later, but mostly fine.
I didn't see Dane from the Biggest Loser - I checked the results, and there is a guy with his same name but a different age, so I can't tell if it's actually him. But the guy that's listed finished in just under 6 hours, I believe.
And given that it was the second hardest race I ever ran (second only to my Ironman), kudos to whoever that man was for finishing, Biggest Loser or not. Dang, that was a brutal day!
The most exciting part of the weekend was hanging out with my brother and his wife. I can't even really articulate how much fun I had just visiting and hanging out, and how generous they were to open their home to me. I wish I could have stayed all week! I keep having these fantasies about moving down there, living on my little farm, slowing down my pace of life - just simplifying everything.
It also smells so good down there - all Spring-like, and flowery, and not-Chicago.
Sigh. I do like the South.
And I am swamped with work right so I gotta run.