Race Regrets

Ever have the reverse of buyer's remorse on race day? I do. When I spectated at Ironman Wisconsin, I got that familiar tingle of race day jitters, followed by pangs of regret that I wasn't racing. The fact is, I might have made it to the finish line, but I was in no condition to race.

I felt the same way watching the start of the Chicago Marathon. I don't think I could've run a marathon right now. The furthest I've run since Pigman was 13 miles and while it went well, that does not a marathon training cycle make. I think the longest run I've completed this summer was 14 miles.

But still.

There's something at races you just can't replicate alone. It's the collective adrenaline and nerves and joy. I don't usually listen to music when I run because I like to hear the sounds of hundreds (sometime thousands) of pairs of sneakers hitting the pavement. It's electric.

Here are the stories that give me serious FOMO:

41 People Who Are Super Psyched to Be in the Chicago Marathon

Couple Gets Married While Running the Chicago Marathon

Although, I will say this. The Chicago Marathon medal looks like a manatee.

From Bethany - Read her recap

Still, I would love to have it hanging on the wall.

Next year ....