
Race day as they all do came pretty early on Sunday with us getting on the Metra and getting downtown at 6:30. The forecast for the day predicted temps in the mid 80’s with clear skies so I knew the weather wasn’t going to be any help at all. Typically, I really like it to be down in the mid 40’s at start time. This day we’d be starting in the low 70’s. That’s great weather for spectators, not so good for runners. My first impression of the Marathon when we got into the start corral was man, this is incredible. There’s something about being a part of 38,000 runners who are all sharing a common goal of trying to finish a marathon that is hard to fully express in words. The other element that made the experience so incredible was the tremendous spectator support that was out there on the course. It wasn’t like other events that I’ve done where there have been spotty spectators at best. Chicago was non-stop people from start to finish. Each neighborhood that I ran through had its own identity and its own unique way to celebrate the runners. Whether it was dressing up in costumes, making signs, playing instruments, or handing out candy along the way, each spectator I passed made this marathon unique. One of my favorite moments was running through the northside of town and there along the side of the road were some people holding what had to be a 12’ tall cutout of Brutus Buckeye. I had to shout out “OH” and there was on cue a thunderous “IO” response. A lot of runners near me laughed and one even commented how cool of a saying that was. Of course it is.
The excitement and energy of the crowd wasn’t going to be enough to carry me through all the remaining miles on this day though. I knew that by the time we got to mile 13. The heat was catching up with me and of course, the lack of any real training miles in my legs would be my real limitation. I told myself at that point to just try to get to mile 17 and than evaluate what to do at that time. I knew Jen would be in that general area and if it was going poorly, I could call it a day then. Mile 17 came and although I was suffering, I was able to play a mind game with myself that I was finally down into the single digits of miles left in the race so there really wasn’t that many more to go. Funny how after you’ve run that far those 9 remaining miles seem short. That would be a game I would play in my mind for the remainder of the race as well as giving in and walking. I began that at mile 18. I’d walk a little bit and then run for a little bit. Honestly, my legs felt relatively fine and I wasn’t noticing any pain where my fracture occurred but it was I just getting tired. I hadn’t done any type of cardio work for longer than 2 hours and the way this day was going, I knew it would be closer to a four hour effort to reach the finish. I knew there was no dishonor in walking though as there were a lot of people walking at this point in the race. I had seen people walking as early as mile 10 so I knew I was ahead of a lot of people out there. So the remainder of my race would be walking for a while and running for a while. I’m actually surprised that I finished as quickly as I did because it felt like I was doing so much more walking than actual running.
I crossed the line in 4 hours and 32 minutes. That was 45 minutes slower than I thought I should have finished. My only consolation was that my cousin Tim finished 30 minutes slower than his goal time and Pat finished 40 minutes slower than his goal time. We all agreed that if we had been running the race solo, that we would have quit that race. This was by far the worst marathon that I’ve ever run but it’s also the one I’m most proud of. Although I wasn’t physically prepared to run this race, mentally I was able to persevere and make it to the finish line. I’m officially retired from marathons now. I think I’m better suited with how little time I seem to have these days to run ½ marathons and shorter events. However, as I’m sitting here in a Columbus hotel the night before the Columbus Marathon (Jen is running the ½), I’m getting the itch again. Maybe another shot at Chicago next year?
Here is the data from my Garmin for the day. The first two miles are bogus data as my watch was having trouble dialing in with all the tall buildings we were running next to.
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