Four years ago, right about nowish, two friends and I convinced each other that we would run our first marathon. That first marathon was quite an experience: the training, the long runs, the goal setting and having a few cohorts to share war stories (both to each other and on our blogs) made it not only bearable, but immense fun.
Jelly, Frankie and I had a blast in Chicago, surrounded by our loved ones. We wore the medals proudly and noshed on deep dish pizza. We asked whether we'd run again. I was bitten by the marathon bug and have since ran another seven marathons. The other guys, they kinda hung up the shoelaces, but the marathon three as we're known, still talk about it.
This past November, at a birthday party for the two (they're a day apart!) my present to them was a race registration this spring. They've both since signed up for a 30K race in March. Tonight, I signed them up for a 5K hilly race the week after (a recovery race, we'll call it).
Welcome back kids, the Chicago marathon crew is back!