- Half of you who are reading this either ran the Chicago Marathon or live there (perhaps both!) so I will not rhapsodize over its beauty, only to say that it was exceedingly nice here this weekend…
- …which was convenient, because I ran the Monster Dash 10K along the lakefront yesterday. After looking over all your good advice, I decided to relax and enjoy the 10K rather than pushing through to the half.
- I’m glad I did because I felt fast and happy the whole time, and my leg is somewhat tight today (but probably would have been much worse if I had pushed).
- There were some amazing group costumes among the runners, including the cast of “Peter Pan,” Ninja Turtles and matador/bulls.
- This week I’m looking forward to seeing some of you again and meeting others for the first time!
- Plus some more runs along the lake and heated yoga (why not?).
The rest of this post is a rant that will go behind a cut because I want to separate it from the good of my visit and the happiness I feel.
99 percent of the people in my life have been supportive of my running a marathon, many beyond my wildest imaginings and expectations. The 1% are my boyfriend’s parents who told him not to spectate for me at the marathon.
I love it when their disapproval of me makes them act all crazy. It makes me feel justified in disregarding them, because I know myself and the person they disapprove of is someone who only exists in their minds.
