After my horrible performance at the Turkey Day 5k, I was concerned about finishing this race in the allotted time, but I was also excited. I was trying to look at it as a chance to run with others and to run along the lake front, neither of which I do nearly as often as I should. It also just sounded like a really fun race.
I went to packet pick up a couple of days before the race. I loved that packet pick up was available at all three Fleet Feet Chicago locations, so I didn't even need to leave my neighborhood to get my packet. I was stoked that they gave out winter hats instead of the usual ill fitting race t-shirt.
|As you can tell by the kitty paw, Hannah was also a fan of the hat.|
So what happened?
I woke up before my alarm went off and had to make a mad dash to the bathroom before I was sick all over everything. It wasn't pretty. I didn't feel good, but I was convinced that I would be fine by the time the race rolled around. I got back into bed and hoped for the best.
Unfortunately, by the time my alarm did go off, I wasn't any better. I hadn't been able to get back to sleep, and I still felt sick. I made breakfast, but I couldn't keep anything down. I tried to get ready for the race, but it was soon apparent that I would not be running that day.
Being sick is never fun, but it is even worse when it causes you to miss something that you were looking forward to.
|My sad, unused bib number.|
I want to make my way over to the Lakefront Trail at least once before this month is over. I may have missed my chance to run this particular 8k, but I can run an 8k distance on my own to make up for it.