The Chicago Marathon in Pirated Images

I must say, the Chicago Marathon kicks butt every way you look at it.  I even loved MOST of the race photos.  That never happens!  As usual, there were 1,000,000 pictures of Randee, and 10 of everyone else.  Why is this? 

I'm feeling almost human today.  I'm sippin' wine and looking at training plans.  I really do have a problem! 

Look at Randee with a hand full of my booty.

Take 1:  Ms. Thang has her eyes closed and a random boy is on our left.

Take 2:  Little Brittany has her eyes closed and a different random boy's in our photo.

Take 3:  We look like superstars!

Seriously, this might be the best race photo of me EVER.  I'm pretty sure I'm going to blow it up to life size for the living room.  Can you tell I was enjoying myself?  I think this is on the final stretch, just before the finish!

This is more like it.  Me having the look of misery and passing gas on my face.

Look at Ms. I Hate Running.  She looks like she if flying to the finish with both feet off the ground!

Another 500 feet and I'm NEVER RUNNING AGAIN!

These gangster sluts need to be leg models for Zensah.

THO anyone?  Hugh Jass appears to be chillin' in the middle of the race course.

This was pretty much me every mile.  iPhone out, documenting the day.

I LOVED the fall leaves falling everywhere as we went through neighborhoods.  I'm not sure Randee noticed.

Bitch, if you try to pass me I will trip you and then poop on your face.

Little Brittany was like "That's Waz Up!" as she passed sobbing Punky Brewster.

Talia was drunk.  There is no other explanation for this picture.

Mario tackled Hugh Jass moments after this picture was taken.

Reality:  We're about to finish the Chicago Marathon!

Randee "Alfalfa" Spaz Runner.

China Town moment of insanity.

Who the hell thought running a marathon was a good idea?

Hi, I'm Randee and I'm a bipolar runner.

Hey look at me, I'm running slower than your granny and loving every minute of it!

I'm gonna raise my baby arms and pretend I'm excited about finishing this (explicative) marathon.

Randee & Angie - Marathon Photo Bombers.

Come give mama a hug.  We both stink like ass, but dang if we did not just finish a marathon!

Good golly that was fun!

Whine and Wine Wednesday

I was laying on the couch reading blogs and just had a "holy crap it's Wednesday" moment.  I almost forgot Whine and Wine Wednesday.  I still have marathon fog head, or maybe it 's vacation fog head.  I'm not sure.

No workout this morning.  Still letting my body rest and recover.  No real soreness.  I'm just tired.  I think this is as much from traveling and walking all over the city as it is from the marathon.

WHINE:

Not much to whine about this week.  I do wish my marathon finish time would have been better.  That is why I've already made a decision about what's next.

I want to know what I can do.  Randee want's absolutely nothing to do with this marathon.  Talia is going to run the race, so at least I'll have a friend at the start line!  It's going to be strange to not have Randee right next to me, but I've got to go this alone.  For my own peace of mind, I have to do this.

I have decided to run this particular race for a few reasons.

1. It's on December 4.  I think this is time to give my body a quick rest and get back into training.  It also means I don't have to start all over!  
2. It's a large local race.  My family can come out a cheer me on (**HINT HINT**)
3. You get a finishers shirt!
4. The Fort Worth Marathon offers a 20 mile race three weeks before the White Rock Marathon.

 Thoughts?  I'm open to your thoughts...good or bad.  Is this a good plan?  Am I a fool to try to run a marathon again so soon?

WINE:

I'm gonna drink some wine.  I think.  Right now I'm still trying to figure out 'Plan B' for dinner.  I put BBQ chicken into the oven and set the timer for 1 hour.  It went off a moment ago and I realized I forgot the important step of turning the oven on.  Brilliant.  Perhaps a glass of wine would help get my head out of this fog. 

You will have to excuse this sorry excuse for a Whine and Wine Wednesday.  I'm headed to the wine cellar now to select some purple goodness that will hopefully help me clear my head.  Or put me to sleep.  Either one works for me.

Happy Whining and Wineing

What's Next?

We're home!  I must say, I feel way better than I would have ever thought.  One small toe blister is the only thing that still has be walking funny.  We didn't fly out of Chicago until almost 8:00pm last night.  That gave us plenty of time to walk 8 miles around the city and get that soreness out of our legs.

The airport was actually quite humorous.  Lots of people walking crazy and wearing Chicago Marathon apparel.

Today I got a massage and have been in a bit of a fog all day.  Trying to get back in the groove.  Actually, I've had "WHAT'S NEXT" on my mind.  Since I can't think straight to write anything earth shattering, I thought I would share some fun moments from the trip.

We played beauty shop the night before the marathon.  Randee french braided Brittany and Talia's hair.  She was quite impressed with herself.

Just in case you ever wanted to know what a bunch of bitches look like brushing their teeth at 5am.

Everyone was super stoked to find bagels and bananas in the hotel lobby on marathon morning.  Hey Randee, your stomach might not hurt while running if you would quit putting red wine in your fuel belt!

Doug looks evil as he photo bombs our self portrait.

We were having issues trying to fit 5 heads into the mandatory group self portrait just before the start.

The people in yellow must have thought I was taking a picture of them at mile 4.  They sure got their cheese on.  All I saw was the mile marker!

This 12 year old boy at mile 14 has a shirt on telling me he loves boobies.  I'm guessing he was happy when Randee came bouncing by.

It's hard to read, but that sign at mile 24 says, "Pain is Temporary; Quitting is Forever."  Perfect sign for that point of the marathon.

We looked up Marilyn Monroe's dress on the walk back to the hotel just after the marathon.

Trying to get five bitches to shut up and smile at the same time is really quite difficult.

Everyone loved our shirts.  We totally thought they rocked.  We used iron on letters, and made them the night before the race.  Total success!

Doug fell in love and drank a fifth of whiskey while the rest of us were running a marathon. Doug's new bromance is with Brian, Cely's (from Running of the Reese's) boyfriend.  Total weird blogger meetup love triangle.

As Randee and I found Doug after the finish, he popped a cork on this champagne bottle.  Cool idea, but next time he better buy some good champagne.  This $5 7-11 stuff was nasty!

We ordered takeout to our hotel room from this restaurant on Saturday night for our pre-race carbs.  On Sunday after the marathon we decided we would order again.  I asked Little Brittany to look on the box and give me the name, so we could look up the online menu.  She says, "well, it says CHICA and then the word GO...but they put them together like one word."  Once we realized it said CHICAGO we all about peed our pants laughing.  So from then on we said we ran the CHICA GO MARATHON.

This here is the world's best gluten free pizza from the CHICA GO restaurant.

And this my dear is amazing Thai curry something or other that I ate on Monday afternoon.  It was amazing good!

During our 8 mile shake out walking tour on Monday, we came up on this bag.  It was full of sponges from the race.  Why did they leave this one bag?  The entire street was covered in wet sponges for over a block during the race.

Talia and her panties.  Everywhere we looked she had washed out her drawers and had them hanging around.  Doug even thought they were a wash cloth in the shower and rubbed them all over his face.

We found this one building in downtown that had a mirror effect that made us look amazingly tall and skinny.  Of course we had to take a picture.

Maybe if they had a strip tease marathon Randee would be more in to it.  Heck, she'd win the damn thing.

Happy Tuesday!