20 Miler... And A Couple Other Jogs

Two weeks ago I ran 20 miles. At the beginning it was exciting and fun; at the end it was grueling and rewarding. Somewhere in between a man ran into a light post and bled rather profusely from his forehead. A woman documented the run with her cell phone and posted it piecemeal on facebook as she went... until she was taken back to the finish line with an injury. Several people were spotted running in odd attire: a red leather dress, a red tutu, and a red feather boa to name a few. A man that none of us had ever seen before joined our running group somewhere around Navy Pier. To top it all off, a bird shit on my head right before we did the last mile. I believe the Italians think that is a good omen. Mostly it was just messy.

There was an 8 miler the week before that, which went seamlessly, and another after the 20 miler, which we purposely cut short. It was really humid and my foot was still in healing mode. Luckily, it seems to be okay now. I'm prepared for a full recovery run this week and a 23 miler the week after that. In the meantime, I will find out if there is any truth to the "good omen" that I furiously scrubbed from my head.