After work on Friday afternoon, I rushed out the door, onto the train, and home in time to finish picking up the house a little more before the girls family weekend began.
That was silly. My mom and 3 aunts underestimated the power of Chicago rush hour on a Friday.
It gets ugly out there, kids.
However, one lil’ bump in the road was not enough to stop a good weekend.
We conversated. As we usually do.
Oh… and some of us ran.
It was the Chicago Women’s Half Marathon and 5k yesterday. My friend Annie and I took on the 5k, while my cousin braved the half marathon.
It wasn’t as warm as our last race a few weeks ago, but it was still a humid start at the super early time of 7:00.
Not that 7:00 is super early, but getting up at 5:10 to make sure we were down at the race by 6:30? I’ve had better Sunday morning wake up calls.
My cousin Joanne had to sprint to her start after we waited in line for the port-a-potties for almost a half hour, but Annie and I had a little more time because the 5k started after the half marathoners went through.
Yes, a half hour to pee. I don’t understand why races skimp on the bathrooms. And on an all-woman’s race? Come on, kids. Let’s get serious.
But anyhoo, I wasn’t sure if the 5k PR a few weeks ago was a fluke, but I wasn’t putting too much pressure on myself to top it. This was a much bigger race and the crowded start made me sure it wasn’t going to be a PR race.
And I was right about one thing. The first quarter of the race was rough. Finally able to break around a few groups of girls running in groups, I was on my own to do whatever my heart desired.
And apparently I desired nothing but to put the band Fun on repeat and enjoy running by the Field and Shedd museums. The museums Annie and I walked by on our first trip to Chicago together. And then the harbor. Where a few of my past races took place. And through Grant Park. Where I finished my first half marathon.
And- oh OMG WHERE DID THIS HILL COME FROM, THE RACE IS SUPPOSED TO ALMOST BE OVER, WHAT IS GOING ON?!?!
Ok, it wasn’t a hill. But inclines at the end of a race are torture. And often feel like mountains. Why do they do this!?!?!
Especially when you see the time at the mile 3 marker and realize what’s going on. And how fast you’ve been going.
And thank goodness I snapped to. Because I was practically by myself. And a little panicked. Luckily, there was a man at a curb, directing runners.
“Yes! 5k that way!”
I turned the corner and there it was. The stretch. Which is always longer than you’d like it to be.
A new PR by 11 seconds.
I have no idea what’s going on. Or how long this will last. But I’m not going to question it.
7th in my division. 28/975 overall.
And my mom got to be there.
Well. Sorta. She and my aunt were left to sleep a bit longer than the rest of us. They navigated public transit all on their own (I’m so proud!), but just missed a train and were maybe 5 minutes too late to see me cross.
Fleet Feet did a great job with this race. As they usually do.
And we had fun doing it. As we usually do.
And we had breakfast afterwards. As we usually do.
Not a bad routine to be in.
Next race? The Strike Out ALS 5k at U.S. Cellular Field.
Happy Monday, everyone! Let’s do this.