Hope you all had a fabulous St. Patrick’s Day weekend. Mine was a bit untraditional… in a good way. Living in Chicago, my celebration usually revolves around lots of green beer, dyed rivers and bag pipes. This year, however, I took a much more active route.
A group of my really good friends and I got together to run the Muddy Monk Punk the Monk 5k out in Buffalo Grove. This was my first time running a Muddy Monk race and I was so excited!
Bailey was terrified.
Brian, myself and our other friend Brian spent the night at my parents house Friday so that we didn’t have to travel far for the race. The “5k.1” started at 10:00 a.m., so we took our time waking up and eating some pre race fuel before heading out to the trails.
In the pre-race email, the Muddy Monkers gave us a heads up that the course would be a wee bit challenging due to the awesome weather we’ve been having here, and that the course was measured at 5.2 kilometers instead of 5.1. That extra point 1 really gets yah ;)
Saturday was an absolutely gorgeous day for a race… despite the fact that it was only 30 degrees outside.
One of the things I like best about this company is the fact that all of their races are rather small. We didn’t have to worry about gear check or registration lines, or long lines for the bathrooms – getting there and getting ready was a breeze.
We could tell that the course would test us a little bit from the starting line alone. It was an entire sheet of ice! As we lined up to the start line people were already slipping – it was pretty clear no one would be running a PR that day :)
Despite the course being muddy, icing, snowy and hilly it was such an awesome race. I actually found that since I had to concentrate so hard on my footing/which path to take, the 3.2 miles literally flew by. I also enjoyed watching everyone manage their way over the ice and snow – such funny times.
At the finish line, we were greeted with some of the best post race grub ever – Chicago Hot Dogs, Craft Beer, Candy and CheeZ-Its.
I felt really good after the race. I was happy, I was with good friends and it was a beautiful day. We made a brief stop at my parents to shower and grab some lunch and then we were back on the road into the city. Since Chicago celebrated St. Patrick’s Day on Saturday, I met some of my friends at one of the local bars in my area. At this point I started to feel a little funny, but just figured it was from the race and maybe a little dehydration.
The night really only got worse from there. I stayed out with my friends as long as I could, but ultimately ended up in bed feeling really awful. When I woke up on Sunday morning, I knew I was in trouble. I had a very low grade fever which didn’t really concern me, but my throat was scratchy and I had the chills. Not cool. Not cool.
Ever since then I’ve been trying to nurse myself back to 100%.
I’m not really sure what it is I have but it’s really putting a damper in my week :( Especially because I JUST started my half-marathon training plan. I guess the bright side is that it is still early and I can easily catch up. I hope it doesn’t last past Friday because I’m going to HILTON HEAD ISLAND on Saturday! And I will be drinking summery drinks on the beach whether my body likes it or not!