I had to start teaching today. I also had to spend a few days in Chicago for work.
Running in Chicago along the Lake has got to be one of the best things to do. I could see people taking advantage of the beaches. In fact, there must have been a triathlon club training because there were several folks in tri-suits swimming laps in designated areas. The fact that Chicago has designated areas to do this is pretty impressive to me. The lakeshore in wonderful. Hey, Buffalo, wanna get it together?
I was debating as to whether I would run on Saturday after class or wait until Sunday. I don't know what made me choose Saturday, but I am glad I did. I started at about 4:30 p.m. so that I could beat some of the heat, but less humidity. I ran my usual 12 mile loop which takes me to my mom's and brother's. My brother was entertaining. I swooped in (as much as a slow runner can swoop), grabbed my Gatorade, waved to the company, apologized for being rude by not hanging out, and left. I saw my husband and gave him my route and an approximate arrival time. If he didn't hear from me by 9 p.m., come find me. I may have died.
Getting to 12 miles was easy and I don't know why. I was quite surprised. I thought I might get to my house to get my third Gatorade and might say, this is enough. But I was determined to run 18 miles after my last two attempts didn't get me to my goal.
And run 18 miles I did. After I finished, I was too damn tired to jump up and down. But I did I very happy dance in my mind. In my mind, I am quite adept at dancing.
I ran 18 miles. It is the most I have ever run. It is one of my proudest moments.
Of course, I cannot move from the couch. I need to have a pair of Depends and my bed on the first floor. I iced my feet and my calves. Damn, this running kinda hurts.
But I succeeded. I am back in the game.
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