So, yeah, even though I proclaimed this it’s the best race that you have to do … I skipped the Shamrock Shuffle this year. And I don’t even have a good reason other than “I didn’t want to do it.”

I signed up for the race earlier in the year, when they were offering some kind of deal. (I don’t even remember what the deal was.) I’ve always enjoyed the race, and I thought it might be a good motivator since I was barely running, so I signed up.

And continued to barely run.

Last weekend I was checking my calendar and realized holy crap, the Shuffle is next week. I was not excited.


Race weekend came. I went to the expo and got my bib. Even though my BRF wouldn’t be there, I knew other running friends would be. I texted her to say I was thinking of bailing and she tried to talk me into doing the race anyway 🙂

But the weather forecast … it was going to be cold.


Between riding a Divvy to the expo, to the library, to Goodwill to get throwaway clothes, and then walking to get a delicious taco dinner … I was sick of the weather by the time I got home for good on Saturday night. My entire day was basically my thighs freezing and then thawing and then freezing and then thawing … WON’T SOMEONE THINK OF MY THIGHS?

The thought of getting up early, waiting around in the corrals, freezing my butt of yet again, and then running the longest distance I’ve done since December … not appealing.

Part of me was stilling trying to talk myself into doing the race. I spent the money to register. I told the internet I was going to do it, and that THEY, too, should run the Shuffle. I couldn’t back out on something I told the internet I would do! I even posted my flat runner.


But you know what? I don’t owe the internet anything, and frankly, the internet does not care if I wake up early on a Sunday to run 4.97 miles on a race course or not. So I turned off my alarm, fell asleep in front of Golden Girls and Fraiser reruns, slept in, and went out for a run later in the day when the temps were perfect (around 50), stopping at a food truck on the way home.

Because another truth is that I wasn’t looking forward to “racing” 5 miles … I honestly wasn’t sure I could run 5 miles without a walk break. At least when I go out for a run on my own, I can stop for run selfies and catch my breath.


New art in Grant Park 

I regret nothing.