Wednesday, April 01, 2009

Running Hot Running Cold

Oh dear God, yes... I was there. And no, I don't really want to talk about it, but I will because that's what I do.

I can't lie to you. If it weren't for MM, there is NO WAY I would have gone downtown to run that godforsaken race. I would have woken up, heard thunder, not even looked out the window to see, ta-freaking-da, Chicago covered in a blanket of white shit on Marchfuckingthirtieth, and promptly fallen back to sleep in my warm, DRY bed for another four to six hours.

But no, MM dragged me--against my will--through the elements so I could risk life and limb (mostly limb) to run a measly five miles. At the start line, I had visions (visions!) of being taken to the hospital to have toes removed. How stupid would I feel when for the rest of my life I would think back to this race and shake my head and say, "If I had only stayed in bed, I would still have my toes."

I'm actually being serious. I believed that toe removal was imminent.

But no matter. I am here. Alive. Fully toed.


It wasn't my worst Shamrock Shuffle. It was my second worse, and that's just fine considering the circumstances. And yes, there's a tiny weeny part of me that is happy I stuck with tradition. Race season 2009 is officially here. Here's to hoping it only gets better from here. I mean, we deserve a little good weather at this point, don't we Mother Nature? I mean COME ON. Help a runner out!

In other news... MM and I booked our honeymoon! We're going to a little bed and breakfast type place in Cabo San Lucas. Exclamation point. Exclamation point. Exclamation point. Oh god. I could go on forever. I spent months staring at TripAdvisor, which is a fantastic site, but overwhelming after you've read reviews for every last all inclusive resort on earth. Finally, I had a moment of clarity along the lines of something genius like, "why the hell am I only looking at all inclusive resorts?" I think and its bitchtastic community forums had me brainwashed into thinking that our honeymoon would be incomplete without swim up bars, mediocre "International" buffets, and an uninterupted IV of frozen pina colada being pumped into our veins. It was liberating to move beyond all inclusives, and after I was given much needed advice on where oh where we should go, I narrowed down the location and found the most perfect place ever.

In conclusion, I have stopped reading forums.


heidikins said...

You're hardcore. Snow Shuffling and shunning theknot, dang girl.


Roisin said...

I hear you with the toes. I couldn't feel mine for an entire mile and was definitely considering dropping out and walking back to the Hilton to get my stuff and go home.

Cabo sounds nice right about now.

Kendra said...

I have graduated to

If I ever hint at perusing, you may shoot me.

Lindy said...

Screw the! however, I will say that all-inclusive (read: never ending frozen drinks) was really cool. I'm not a drinker, per se, but that made it all the more fun.

Plus, when you're saddled with a baby and diaper bags and strollers one year later, it was fun to look back on how far I'd come in one year from fumbling around looking for room keys while the hallway was spinning to fumbling with "breasfeeding bras". Lesson to be learned: hold off on getting pregnant on the honeymoon! ;)

Why am I telling you all this? I dunno. I just really liked access to pina coladas (and any flavor colada you can imagine.) :D

erika said...

Congrats on the Shuffle! You are one bad-ass runner!

I woke up, looked out the window, heard the thunder, and said "OH,HELL NO!"

Oh well, at least my $40 got me a nice shirt.

Gretta said...

I am excited for your nothing-inclusive honeymoon! You're so much better than a pina colada, and I'm looking forward to the photos, and blog-recap. You know - of the PG stuff. Again, congrats!!!