I am either very, very stubborn or very, very stupid.  Are stubborn and stupid synonyms?

In my case, they may be.

I set out this morning to get a feel as to just where I was with this concussion and my fitness.  I wanted to be able to determine if the Chicago Marathon was even a remote possibility.  I figured it I could run 8 miles, that would be sufficient for today.

As I ran, I decided not to get further than 4 miles from the house, just in case I had to walk home.  That seemed reasonable to me.  I stuck to that!  I was never more than 4 miles away from home.

However, at the 4 mile point, I was feeling pretty good!  I thought, “You know, if I could run 10 today, that would mean that Chicago was a go!”  At that point, it was on.  I HAD to see if I could do it.

You do realize that I have done nothing but sit on my butt for 14 days.  I have been studious in finding ways to be NOT active.  I have tried very, very hard to let my head heal.  It has about driven me nuts, just sitting around, but it has been worth it.

So, at the 4 mile turn around, I decided to go past the turn off for my street (8 miles) and add 3 more.

The run was going well!  I was (or so it seemed) just gliding over the road.  “Easy Run” as a friend of mine would say.

I ran to the turn around for 11 miles.  I was sad to have to turn back but there was a large sign that said, “Bridge Out,” and that was motivation enough for me to reluctantly head back home.

Two miles of hills today.  Hills are speed work in disguise, or so I’ve been told.  Perfect weather, too!

What a wonderful day!

#ChicagohereIcome