The day after the race we got up and headed to breakfast. My parents and sister wanted to eat at Little Goat and the Mr. and I didn’t have any trouble with that. I ordered the dark chocolate pancakes and they were basically dessert. Dessert for breakfast the day after a marathon? Oh yes!
We wanted to walk around so we could see Millennium Park . I was moving slow, but it felt good to stretch my muscles out. Knowing we would be sitting on a plane for a few hours made all the walking that much better. I wanted my muscles to pull out a little before we got on our flight. The weather was perfect and the leaves on the trees were like out of a movie. The colors were so bright and it was quite the scene.
Flying home was bittersweet. I was happy to sleep in my own bed, but not so happy to be back at work feeling ordinary. Being surrounded by the energy of the runners and the city of Chicago made it that much harder to come back to my office where that doesn’t exist. My coworkers were so sweet and taped up a congratulations sign outside my office door and they all wanted to know about the marathon.
In January I put these post its on my computer monitor and I was thankful to see them when I was back in the office. It feels weird getting back to work when I just had this extraordinary experience.