I have no recipes for you today. Just running. More of a gentle 26.2 mile stroll around the city of Chicago, actually. Well no, not really it was brutal and I’m still hobbling around like a little old dear and about to loose two toenails. Marathons can be good insights into what you’ll feel like when you’re ninety-three. That’s me with my team up top- husband to the left, lovely friend Mark to the right. What a bunch of nutters.
Still smiling at the 3 mile mark but a long way left to go (that’s mum and dad cheering in the background!)
Well lets just say it wasn’t the finish I had hoped for. Mile 26.1 with .1 to go and having put everything I had into the race I collapsed and blacked out- was wheeled across the finish line 20 minutes later and off to ICU to be treated for hyperthermia and hypoglycemia. It was not an experience I wish to repeat- (the ICU part not the marathon- New York 2011 here I come!) But as my brother-in-law put in a consolatory email to me- despite collapsing and blacking out I still managed to finish in 4 hours 13 minutes- over an hour before Don, which is sort of priceless. Not that I’m competitive or anything.