Falling in Love at Knob Creek

I went to Chicago to run a marathon.  My husband went to Chicago to find his bromance.

It all started innocently enough.  I met Cely from Running off the Reese's for the blogger breakfast.

All seems nice and normal.  Just a few strangers getting together for breakfast.

Cely's boyfriend Brian joined us.  Doug stayed at the hotel.  Then just before we left, Doug showed up.  I didn't notice it at the time, but apparently the two boys looked into each others eyes and....

.....visions of whiskey danced in their heads.

While we talked about important stuff like the perfect race day outfit, the boys concocted a plan for getting hammered during the marathon.

Marathon morning arrived.  45,000 anxious runners huddle together smelling of Bengay and bagels.  1.7 million spectators line the streets to cheer on strangers and loved ones alike.  Then at a Starbucks somewhere in Chicago this happened...

Doug and Brian hook up. Whiskey consumption begins.

At mile 13 they entertain the crowd with their dancing moves.

By mile 18 they are strolling hand and hand around the city.  Would it have been too much to at least hold a sign to cheer your women on?

By mile 20 they had already decided this bromance was forevah.

By the time we hit 26 miles they were in worse shape than us.

26.2 miles of drinking whiskey is exhausting.  Hey Brian, I'm ready.

Cely finished three days before me.  Doug couldn't leave Brian's side long enough for him and Cely to get a photo.

I finally found the finish line.  Look Angie, that's Brian my new man love.

Cely and I had to literally pry the boys apart after the marathon.  Then they sexted each other all night long.

And I'll leave you with this riveting video of me walking into the drunk love fest moments after finishing the Chicago Marathon.