Kitchen Renovation.
We're selling captured roaches and pieces of flaked linoleum in exchange for a contribution towards a new kitchen. We can't stand it anymore. Because you know tiny kitchens in NYC are barely tolerable, and because you love your friendly librarians and want to donate to our efforts... we promise to start a kitchen blog, like the marathon blog, only this time we'll really write in it. Like the first marathon, where we actually posted every day.
On that note... we planned to keep a marathon training journal for Chicago. We even started it. But we didn't actually follow any plan-- we just tried to run 3-4 miles 3-4 times a week, and then a long run once or twice a week. Sometimes we substituted yoga or a bike ride for a run, and sometimes the long run was 6 miles, and sometimes (well, only once), it was 18 miles. There were no hallucinations this time around, though I admittedly cried a little around mile 22 of the Chicago marathon.
For the first half of the marathon we ran behind this guy who had a shirt that said, "It's my birthday and I'll cry if I want to," and I think I was just looking at it too long. But it was unusual for me. I didn't even cry when I got my belly button pierced in college. I also didn't cry for the first marathon. I did cry at the end of Gregor the Overlander, but only because it's one of the best books I've ever read.