#MedalMonday for RocknRoll 7.16.17 Chicago Half Marathon.
Between my mom’s accident, my own health and having the last time I ran Chicago be just barely a couple weeks after Chris died, I really wasn’t prepared let alone feeling up for running #58 . My head was definitely not in it. Nor, admittedly, my heart. If I’m honest, I woke up Sunday morning and I "just wanted it to be over.” So there’s that. But I still did it. I did it for my mom, I did it because I needed to see that I could, I did it to celebrate what I love about Chicago - I don’t know why I do love this city, it’s broken my heart a few times, but there’s something I find fascinating about it that keeps drawing me back. Oh yeah, out of 58 finishes, it’s my third worst finish time. Not exactly a stat I was aiming for. The weather was warm, the body and mind not exactly in the zone, but I did it. I thanked the city along the way - and praised RnR for outstanding support, no matter where you turned, there would be someone there to make sure everyone ran safely. I walked a lot, I coughed a lot, I wobbled a lot. But me and this shaky body and stressed set of lungs managed to cross yet another finish line, no matter how tough it was to get to the start mentally or how tough the course was physically, somehow I didn’t give up, dug a little deeper and kept going. I ran this one for my mama. Why do I share all this? Keeping it real.
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