My last long run before the Chicago Marathon was on Saturday [deep breath]. While I know I *can* run a marathon, I don’t know how well I can run one. I skipped a lot of week day runs because [life] and [beer]. My long runs have been slow and I’ve walked a lot during them, like last week’s 14 miler that turned into 13.5 miles because my car was there and there was no way I was running farther away from it.
I did that run alone and it was miserable, but I did get a picture of this sweet piece of artwork (barkwork?) in someone’s lawn.
Obviously I’d have a giant, metal bunny with a carrot in the middle.
Going into training, I had the big idea that I was going to PR Chicago. A PR for me would be anything below 4:43:44, but I’d kiss Michelle right on the lips for a 4:30. Once my training runs hit the 11:00-12:00 minute mile range, I sort of gave up on that idea. Then, this past weekend was my last long run, an eight miler that was much faster than usual. So who knows what’s going to happen.
The highlight of that run, besides being faster, was this fancy water fountain with a spout for filling your water bottle. I stood there in awe for about a minute. Finally, Orlando gets nice things!
So what I’m saying is, who knows how Chicago is going to go. I want to enjoy it and not worry about my time, so I think that’s what I’m going to do. If that leads to a PR, then great. If not, then I still ran 26.2 miles and can eat a shit ton of pizza. Both would make me happy.
Oh, and a quick update on Jon Hamm: he’s feeling much better. I even took him to work all last week so I could feed him during the day.
Today, I took him to get his teeth cut since they were overgrown so hopefully he’ll have an easier time eating now. He’s not a fan of being force fed and now that he’s getting better, he likes to spit the food back onto my hand and bite me.
That’s the thanks I get.