First Group Run

12 miles. From Montrose Beach to Lake Point Tower (where Oprah lives).

I ran with the CARA (Chicago Area Runner's Association) marathon training group today. I woke up at 5am. Yuck. Running with others keeps me calm. I found someone whose pace I liked and kept up with her for just about the entire thing.

My legs and feet are SORE...and I just finished running an hour and a half ago. I'm also sure now that I'll lose a couple toenails before this is over despite having great shoes.

Weekly Mileage Total: 32

Afterwards, I had to take a cab back home because walking felt too painful. The cabby was this middle-aged, fat man who decided to be chatty with me. I got into his cab at 9am after I had been running since 6:30am, and he goes, "Man, it's too early for me to be working." I told him how long I'd been up and what I'd been doing, and in a very thick accent, he deadpanned, "Holy shit." For the rest of the cab ride, he talked about how when fat people like him run, they bounce all over the place. He thinks it is gross. It was insensitive of him to say, but I guess when you are a fat man, you're exempt.