My mother has been waging an all out war against the Chicago marathon. We can be talking about something completely unrelated to running, like how I don’t quite have the skills to rent a carpet cleaner for my area rug, and she’ll just throw in, “And by the way, you’re not running Chicago, so forget about it.” Or one time I was sitting on the couch at home watching Portlandia and she just came into the living room and said, “You’re not going to Chicago, right?” And then as quickly as she appeared, she disappeared. It was a rhetorical question; I wasn’t supposed to answer it so much as not fight with her.
Well, it’s looking more and more like I might defer Chicago.
Not because my mother won. No, never, but more for financial reasons and physical reasons. If I really remember back to the Marine Corps Marathon, I will recall that I just don’t recover from a marathon all that quickly. It’s mentally draining. It’s physically draining. And honestly, at this point I don’t want to run any marathons so the idea of running 2 in less than a month is entirely unappealing to me.
So you’ve won this round, mother. Maybe.