Believe me, this is my happy face. The kind of happy where you’re so physically exhausted that you know you won’t have any trouble falling asleep at night. This photo is from Thursday, but I looked about the same after my run this morning, only with even more blood coming out of my nose. For some reason, this dry winter air doesn’t play nice with my sinuses, and so I’ll just continue to spit blood as I impatiently wait for the weather to turn.
I found myself in the middle of a race this morning, which isn’t the first time that’s happened while going out for a long run. I was a little surprised that there was a race on a Sunday morning in Holland though. Shouldn’t everyone be in church or something? I’m used to having the roads to myself on Sundays, but instead saw a continuous stream of runners along South Shore Drive. It was nice to have the occasional person in a passing van cheer me on thinking I was racing as well, but I wish I’d know about the race beforehand. It turns out it was a semi-unofficial marathon relay that started and ended at the Curragh. I say semi-unofficial, because no one had any bib numbers, and there wasn’t even a clock to time anyone, but there was some organization to it. If you wanted to know your team’s time, you had to check your own watch. I don’t have anyone to run with here, much less enough people to put together a relay, but I need to start finding events to participate in to break up the monotony of all my solo workouts.