But that’s ok. Yesterday was a good reason to be up early. I was out the door and picking up Annie to take a drive down to Lincoln Park in Chicago by 7:30. We had things to do. Like kicking ass and taking names… Details you want? Ok. Here’s Annie as we’re walking to the park- we were both anxious for the race to start:Wave at Annie! And feel free to say hello! She informed me she’s one of the regular readers of SCR… Hey girl, heeeeyyy!The race started right at 9:00 with a little rain in the air. Nothing too bad- I was more concerned about wind- but that wasn’t much of a problem, either. My leg was feeling quite alright. I could feel a little twinge (is that a word? If not, I’m using it from now on to describe feeling the spot of concern without really feeling pain). I started out at a decent pace, and closed in on the first mile a little under 8:30. This surprised me considering I haven’t really ran at all since the Shamrock Shuffle three weeks ago. As soon as I realized my pace, I knew that I would comfortably hit a finish under 27 minutes (the time I had decided I’d be ok with all things considered). I hit my stride in the second mile and pretty much just carried it through the rest of the race.
After I got done, I quickly turned around, grabbed our stuff from gear check, and hustled to find a spot to watch Annie finish. This girl rocked it! I am soooo happy for her! I found her after she crossed the line and we gave each other a big hug- victory!!!! Here’s Annie’s re-enactment of crossing the finish line:And here’s me stretching out the little leggie that gives me problems and just giving my body some recovery from the shock of all the sudden having it’s owner telling it to run:
And after I got up, I realized my big mistake… The ground was a little damper than I realized. Awww… my poor flat and wet butt. I just can’t win… in more ways than one. Come ON Jillian, we’re supposed to be working on this issue!
Final time you ask? 25:18! That’s a 8:09 average pace! And I placed 8th in my age group- so that’s kind of neat. Considering all the protest my legs have put up, I was completely happy with the time. I’m hoping to break 25:00 on my next 5k I run. Still up in the air if that’ll be Race to Wrigley in two weeks. I’m hoping it will be. :)
And little Miss Annie clocked in her first 5k ever at about 32:30! I was soooo proud of her! Can I say that enough? I love that I have a few running buddies now… ;)
But enough about racing. It was time to eat. We ended up at Toast (thanks for the suggestions, btw!). I asked Annie if she would be ok with that one and she said her boss had also told her that’d be a good place to go. We had to wait to be seated, which was fine because we were still walking it out and stretching. And the wait was seriously worth it… LOVED the restaurant. Loved the food. Loved the company!And loved the coffee… mmmm. We both went back and forth on what to order. After giggling about the menu’s “pancake orgy” (yes, I have the sense of humor of a 12-year-old), I settled on the Omelette Lorraine.Oh man it was good. We enjoyed our breakfasts over some good conversation. Well, good conversation on our parts. I don’t often mind the people around us (or even notice- hello, I’m focusing on my food!). But we were seated next to a first class jackass. I mean really. I wouldn’t have even mentioned it if some of the things that came out of his mouth weren’t some of the most obnoxious and egotistical bull I’ve ever heard. Apparently, there are no girls hot enough for him in the clubs anymore these days. But it doesn’t matter because he’s too good looking to have a girlfriend right now anyways. The couple sitting with him looked embaressed because they knew he was offending everyone within ear shot. He said much more, but I’d rather not get into much more detail than that. I have never had such a strong desire to stick my foot out as he got up to walk out. But I was in a good mood. And I didn’t want to deal with the possible law suit that would occur. Not worth it.
Every good brunch needs a bit of dessert, so we walked back up the block to this little shop:I had stopped in Starfruit to pick up a race packet before, and loved how cute it was. But never tried anything. I’m not a huge fruit person (in which I mean I really don’t eat hardly anything considered “fruity” at all), so I stuck with the original flavor of the Kefir froyo and got a little reese’s pieces goodness to put on top:True love.
I got home and crashed on the futon (which is only around for another week before it gets replaced- so I’m saying my goodbyes). I also finally watched The Informant. After much thought, I thought this movie was “ha ha….eh.” You’ll know what I mean if you’ve already watched it. The plot bored me. And I honestly spent alot of the movie semi-confused. But some of that could be blamed that I was watching it in tired-coma-like-state. My brother was the one who said it was funny. And I told him after I watched it, I wanted to write Red Box for my dollar back. And then we went back and forth with some random quotes Matt Damon had throughout the movie. His random narrations were pretty funny. Because they were just ridiculous. But the movie as a whole was just “eh”. That’s why I stand by my rating of “ha ha…eh.” Take what you want from that…
Have a good Monday!