This past weekend was the Chicago Marathon. I don’t think I ever had an appreciation for how difficult it was to actually run 26.2 miles before I started to run myself. And for those of you who don’t understand, it’s hard ‘yall. I envy those folks who ran and held up. I envy the people who say I can push past the amount of pain I am feeling because this is worth it. I did 16 miles (I always say did because I have to run/walk still) on Saturday and I got some intense bra burn which makes me say, can I deal with this when I add on 10 more miles? We shall see. Also of note, on Saturday night I went to a meet a friend after he ran 36 miles… just for fun. There was no medal earned at the end nor did he have a cheering squad of strangers with hilarious signs. What he did have was me, the Gatorade, water and PopTart I brought him… and OK… a plastic medal that I drew. So cheers to the runners. You did it! And you are amazing!