Why else would you wake up at the crack of dawn to hail a cab during a sleeting, thunder-snowing blizzard to go downtown to stand in Grant Park for 1.5 hours while snow slowly slides down your back and then herd up like so much cattle to run in slushpuddles for 4.97 miles on your day off? Oh, and your shoes have soaked up a few gallons of ice-cold water, and your gloves have fallen in a puddle, so forget about being able to feel your toes or hands today. But who needs finger or toes when you’re busy doing all that character building?
In other words, I was one of the 13,294 other possibly retarded people (out of the 32,000 registered runners) who ran today. At first it was pretty miserable, and I considered throwing in the towel…but then I found Jamie and Eric and Lindsey, and we warmed each other’s damp spirits through laughter and giddiness.
While my time wasn’t as great as I was hoping, I’m mostly glad I ran 4.97 miles without stopping. Not once. Not even for a few seconds to walk. I’m so proud of all of us!
And I really want to share my appreciation and gratitude to Gina and Gator (and Liz!) for standing at the finish line and cheering me on today. It means a lot to me!
(Lindsey, Eric, Jamie and me pre-run. Note how deceptively chipper we all look right here. And note the snow on my brim.)