Wednesday, August 12, 2009
That's it. I'm back at it. I need input from Chicago area people for fall 5ks. (mind you...I'm scared of the suburbs. fyi.)Plantar fascitis be damned. Giant gut be damned. I must run again. It's not that I actually "like" running. It's more that I like me when I run. Most of the time when I am running, there is a litany of curse words running through my head. If there were sailors in my family, they would probably be horrified and proud...all at the same time. I don't think kind thoughts when running. I can't say that I've experience that "euphoria" that others talk about. Mostly I think about death. Mine, the organizers, the fools that I blindly followed into this running thing, the runners around me, etc. Yet, I'm oddly thrilled when I finish a race. And, yes, I'm fully aware that 5k is only 3 miles and NOTHING to real runners. But, it works for me with my crappy knees and now, apparently, bad feet. I want to race that random person to the finish line again. I want another PR!Soooooo...Chicago people, again, help with the fall 5ks!