Last week, I felt it, considered it, and dismissed it as a momentary, probably caffeine-related, burst of enthusiasm.

But this morning, halfway through my pathetic, slow, halting little thirty minute trot, I felt it again.

Running another marathon is starting to sound kind of awesome. I miss the challenge and the commitment. I miss feeling like a real athlete. The bragging rights. The anticipation. The non-stop eating. I’m still so incredibly happy to be back on my feet - I haven’t started to take it for granted yet - that I’m ready to just go. 

However. I’m not sorry I didn’t sign up for Chicago with my sisters. I’ve got a bunch of other stuff going, and I am so not in marathon training shape. I’ve just barely begun running for thirty minute stretches - I’ve only done it three times.

But a small amount of internet research on fabulous, beautiful, exciting races couldn’t hurt, right?

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11. my-quarterlifecrisis said: did you do the Duluth 2011? My cousin ran that! I will never understand you marathon runners. You are all crazy :o)
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