My poor mom

This weekend I finally broke the news to my mom that I was running the Chicago Marathon again.  My mom had mega bus'd it up to Chi town for the big race last October, excited to see me cross the finish line of my second marathon.  Unfortunately things did not go as planned.  I saw my group at mile 6 and 8, then I was to see them at the finish line.  I felt great the first two times I saw them, unfortunately as I hit mile 14 my overall feeling began to slide.  I called my dad at mile 18 begging him to tell me that he knew I could finish (the crazy guy told me to quit...not happening Greg), so when we hung up he immediately called my mom to tell her that I wasn't doing well.  I tried calling a few of the girls, but for some reason the calls were not going through.  I would occasionally receive a text and respond while I was walking the final 8 miles, but communication between myself and my crew at the finish line was few and far between.  I finally ran by mile 25.8 where my group was, ONE HOUR later than expected.  So when I was talking to her right after the half marathon this weekend, I sprung the news of the next marathon:

Me:  Mom, I made my decision, I am running Chicago full again.
Mom: I am not coming to watch this year.
Me:  Ok mom I understand, I remember what happened.
Mom:  Seriously Chelsea you almost gave me a heart attack.  I was too scared to watch the end of the race.  I can't go through that again.
Me:  Well hopefully this year I will be in much better shape, maybe I won't throw up....
Mom: I can't imagine you running a marathon without me there...do you think the girls will all wear their pink shirts again, I loved that we all matched!  They were so much fun to spend the day with.
Me: Ask them yourself devil woman.

This is reason 248 why I love my mom, she would never not come to support me.  I feel so bad that I scared her so much last year.  I am hoping for a better race in 2012, and that my buddy Stacy will help her scoot around town again.   It is 240 days away and I am already nervous.....