Well, I am home, safe and sound and feeling a tad bit better.
Yesterday's post didn't prove to be too popular, especially with The Wife, my mother and my mother-in-law. None sounded too crazy about the whole peeing blood thing. For the record, I wasn't too happy about it either. In fact, I might go talk to a doctor about it.
A few people called or emailed me asking why I continue to do subject myself to the pain that accompanies ultra endurance events. I really don't have a terribly good answer except to paraphrase Lance Armstrong: sometimes you need to suffer to truly feel alive. I know that sounds trite, but in my case, it is true.
I hearken back to exactly two years ago today, when I had my thyroid removed. That was obviously a life altering point in time. I take a small measure of pride in the fact that two years later I can run 31 miles and on top of that, it's something that I truly love to do.
That said, I can barely walk, so at the moment, I ain't loving it all that much.
On a lighter note, I packed a lot in a few short days in Chicago and Wisconsin, and it was great to see so many great friends today. I don't miss Chicago all that much (it was pouring rain and 48 degrees tdoay) but I sure do miss my friends -- as well as all of their terrific kids.