If you read my running lovah’s blog, you know there’s been some marathon talk lately. Ok, a lot of marathon talk. Especially now that my year and a half wait is over for her ass to get pregnant, have said baby, recover, and get back into running.
I guess he was worth it. ;-) Also, it took me five minutes to decide if I was going to use “ho’s” or “hoes.” I need to find a better way to spend my time.
Anyway, I could have trained and ran a marathon on my own, but where’s the fun in that? I feel like my whole running career has included Michelle and I don’t want to change that. Enter marathon #3.
If you follow races, you know the Chicago Marathon is based on a lottery system this year (of course it is). You only have guaranteed entry if you’re fast enough (I’m not) or if you ran the race for the past five years (I didn’t). You can bypass the lottery if you run for charity (ding, ding, ding). Running for charity is a great idea in general so that’s the way I’m leaning. I already have one in mind but I’m still doing some research.
I’m also searching for marathon #4. I’m not sure which one it will be, but I know I’m not going to train for a full and only run one. That seems like a waste of training to me. my chauffer already has a few other races in mind so I’ll either pick my own (maybe in CA so I can see my family at the same time) or be “coerced” into one she picks. Like this one, cuz I’m a sucker for travel to new places.
I know this is a little premature, but I’m fairly certain marathon #3 and #4 will be my last marathons. Ever. Training is hard, time consuming, and I don’t always enjoy it, especially in the Florida humidity. But it will be worth it for Chicago. Not only is it my hometown, but I get to take hubs with me and make a mini-vacation out of it. I’ll also get to see my (non-San Diego) brother who I haven’t seen in so long it’s embarrassing. Oh, and the pizza. THE PIZZA. I’m gonna make Lou Malnati’s my bitch.
So that’s the plan. What does this mean for you? It means a good five months of weekly bitching about long, humid runs, how my shoes suck, and how I pooped in a stranger’s yard. So basically nothing is changing.