Welp. I made it. 2:24:22 official time.
What a rush. Who ever thought that I would run?
Spent the evening with fellow runners (of Team Monocle) eating pasta and going to bed early. There was rain at 4:20 when we woke up…make me awfully nervous, but it cleared up by the time we left.
Kristin and I checked our bags and went to our starting point just as the race began, which gave us no time to be nervous. Five miles in I left her to use the McCormick Place bathroom, which was probably one of the best decisions I’ve ever made, seeing how there were few porta-potties to be found along the way. (And by few, I mean 3 for 12,000 runners). I didn’t walk except to drink water and I sprinted through the finish line. 2 Rosaries and 2 Divine Mercy chaplets later I made stopped running.
Why do I run? Because I can, really. No better answer. I love the solitude. I love that I did it. I love that I never thought such a thing was possible.
By the way. This week has been INTENSE. No wonder I’m so tired.
I registered for classes.
Witnessed the wedding of one of my dearest friends.
Had a photo shoot for a national publication.
Bought grand things at IKEA.
Got a new job.
Ran 13.1 miles.
Rocked so hard it hurt.