What a week!!!! Last week was a whirlwind of meetings at work, entertaining after work and spending time with family and friends on the weekend. If I could describe my week with one photo, it would be this:

On Wednesday morning I wore a little black dress to work and couldn’t decide which shoes to wear. I planned to switch into high heels at work and drive/walk around in flats. On my way into the office, I looked down and realized I had on two different shoes. Thank God I was armed with heels.

Friday night BC and I went to dinner with some friends and visited the “13 Terrors” Haunted House.  If you live on the north side of Chicago and like Haunted Houses, you’ll dig 13 Terrors.  It’s located at Lake Shore Drive and Fullerton in the Theatre on the Lake building.  Little known fact, this building was an actual sanitarium, built in 1920 to house sick babies and children with tuberculous.  Crazy, right? I’ll admit I got a little scared in a few of the rooms and held BC’s hand extra tight. 

Sunday morning I set out to do my first of two 20 mile long runs in preparation for the Las Vegas Rock N Roll Marathon. Three weeks post Chicago marathon combined with serious winds and 40 degree weather.  Gulp.  I tried to talk myself into it, “Hey cheeto, it’s been three weeks since you got to run this long. You are way behind on your library of “This American Life” podcasts. You have put on a few pounds since the marathon and could really use a long run. It’s just this and one more 20 miler before you get to taper again.” Well that doesn’t seem so bad.

I started my run at 7:15am and the lakefront path was desolate. It was early on a Sunday, crappy weather, and the marathon training groups are done for the season. I felt like the path was my own private trial and happily began to run North into the wind.  I hoped to get as many miles under my belt running into the wind and have the second half of my run a bit easier. I was able to run North for almost 7.5 miles before heading back South. The wind was rough.  I was a tad under dressed and cold. Even so, I stayed positive and put one foot in front of the other. I was armed with my iPhone and “This American Life” episodes but I never put my headphones in. I was in my own world, deep in thought, cursing the wind and counting down the miles. About 14 miles in, I stopped at the North Avenue Beach Boat House. I almost cried when I saw this sign:

You think I am overreacting. I’m not. The life of a runner with IBS is so sexy!

But then guess who I surprisingly ran into as I walked out of the bathroom? Handsome!  This tough guy did 16.5 miles- and he is only doing the half marathon in Vegas!

I am bad at math. Even worse at math when running. Somehow, I miscalculated and finished a little over a mile short. 18.7 miles. SLOW PACE. But I got it done!

Yesterday my legs were sore!  My my, how quickly we get out of shape.  I took a hot yoga class last night (first time in three weeks, oops) and my legs were stiff and tired.  Glad I could loosen them up a tad.

Ok, time to get back to business.  It’s going to be a great week, talk soon!