Hi, blog friends! I have a list of beautiful things to blog about, including a ton of photos and the passing of our big lab girl, Misty, but that will have to wait until later… Or after vacation.
By vacation, I mean heading to the East coast to run the Clam Chowdah Challenge, a road race that consists of a half marathon on Saturday and a full marathon on Sunday, then spending the rest of the week in Boston with our college friends, Curtis and Mo.
Brian and I started our vacation by heading down to Chicago to catch our flight. The weather in Wisconsin was crazy…
We stopped at a new kennel to drop off Abbie for the first four days of our trip. It’s the first time she’ll be at a kennel without Misty, so I’ve been calling to check in. It sounds like she made a lot of new friends and ran around a lot. 🙂
Brian and I made it to O’Hare with just enough time to catch our flight to Boston.
After a delicious clam chowder dinner, we fell sound asleep from a day of traveling. We woke up on Friday and hung out with Curtis before heading out for Cape Cod, where the race was held. The traffic through Boston was really crazy, and I was a little unnerved by all the digital highway signs…
We went to dinner at our hotel restaurant, and I had a wedge salad with some delicious dinner rolls, and some of Brian’s seafood pasta. It had incredible scallops! Yummmm. I was feeling a little tight, so I used my foam roller and stretched, praying that I’d awake on Sunday feeling rested and refreshed.
Unfortunately, I woke up Sunday morning feeling nauseous, with a sore throat and even more sore hamstrings. I could hardly eat my breakfast, though I was trying.
Brian came and met me several times on the course- miles 7.5, 13, 16.3, 19, and 23.3. He helped me fuel through the race with Skittles, Lifesavers, and flat Coke. There was cytomax on the course, as well.
I finished the marathon in 5:30 something. As the race approached mile 18, both my hamstrings and my quads tightened up so much that I couldn’t run anymore. I walked through a water station, and when I tried to run again, I couldn’t. I ended up powerwalking/jogging the remainder of the race. As I kept chugging along, I was trying to figure out why I was having such a rough marathon… And then I remembered- I ran a half marathon the day before. Oh, yeah… that. One sweet grandma-like lady came up to me in the finishers chute, told me I had such a sweet smile, even when I was hurting, and she was so proud of me. Then she gave me a big hug, even though I was sweaty and very salty.
After the race, we headed back to the race headquarters to pick up the big prize- the coveted clam Chowdah mug.
We headed to a sports bar for a late lunch and the end of the Packer game (GO, PACK, GO!), then drove back to Curtis and Mo’s apartment. They made delicious chicken tacos for dinner, and we enjoyed a low-key evening in. My hurting body enjoyed all the laying around, and a warm bath, and more stretching. I slept for a long and wonderful 10 hours, and Curtis made my morning by cooking eggs and creating the leaning tower of eggshells.
Miles this year: 607.8