So I decided I needed to have 1. A girls' weekend and 2. A change-up in my training. The perfect culmination of the two was running a half marathon in Chicago with my best girlfriends from home. Friday afternoon I jumped into the Feller caravan to Chicago (thanks, guys, for letting me tag along!) and we were off on an adventure.
Friday night Mary and Jenny and I picked up my race packet and ate at Garibaldi's (my favorite Italian food and also where I worked in high school). The girls went out that night while I stayed in and got some sleep. It stormed the entire night, not letting up even in the morning. Thunder and lightning storms and pouring rain. I took off for the race and was soaked just walking to the start. The race was delayed 30 minutes and STILL the rain was pouring down. The girls arrived just in time for the start and were major troopers and took pictures of me along the course while cheering for me the entire time. Let's just say my performance was lackluster; I was soaking wet, running soggy shoes/socks (read: BLISTERS), I had stomach issues almost from the get-go, and the event staff ran out of water (!!!) at mile 8. My finish time was 15 minutes SLOWER than what I just ran the Mini just 12 weeks ago. Let's just say I was very disappointed and ready to get out of my drenched clothes and shoes and move on with the weekend. (And wouldn't you know it - the sun came out on our drive home from the race!)
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