I am not sure where to start with this report. I seem to read a lot of reports that either describe breakthrough races or flops. I had neither. I prepared very hard (I just checked and I am over the 1,000 mile mark for the year), and I raced. I didn't PR, but I came close. Exciting huh.
The good news: I didn't poop on myself. Seriously, I saw someone with poop all over their leg at mile 22ish - poor woman. Jason kept asking questions about how I knew it was poop, etc. Trust me people.
I will give a bit of a linear race report, but nothing really new. Here I am at the start. Super sexy, I know, I look enormous!. I bought the hat at the Sugoi tent the night before, and it was fantastic. I ended up wearing the yellow shirt the whole time, so I don't really have any offical pictures. It was about 32 at the start and warmed to about 42. I think that one of my biggest challenges of the day was mentally battling the weather. I had ran in rain and heat, but it has been about six months since I trained in the cold. My hands never warmed up, and I wore the gloves the whole time.
The start was crazy. There were clothes flying everywhere! I got hit with a sweatshirt. There were 14,567 women and 19,041 men who finished the race, so you can imagine the crowds. Luckily, Chicago has the race down like a well oiled machine, so everything went really smoothly.
The gun went off and we crossed the line about 17 minutes later. I think one mistake I made was lining up a bit far back. Throughout the marathon, I felt I had to weave around people to get ahead. Luckily, the first two miles went pretty smoothly. With a ton of runners my Garmin didn't work very well - one minute it would say I was running 3 minute miles and 12 minute miles the next. I tried to go by feel and not to get sucked into by all the excitement.
Holy cow people - people everywhere. I was esentially running with or surrounded by more people than live in the town I grew up in. I was getting warm around the 3-4 mile mark, and I had to stop to take off one of my layers. Overall, mile 3&;4 were really slow for some reason.
I got back into a groove, and I really enjoyed miles 6-8. We went through fantastic neighborhoods and ran right by the SPARTY BAR - there were a ton of fellow spartans on the road that day - good people! This neighborhood also had drag queens and tons of charisma. Love it people!! I ran pretty well through here. I was a bit off my pace, but I felt like I was working. At no time did I think that I was having an easy day.
I saw Jason at mile 9. I have no idea how I saw him (and I never saw him again). I screamed, gave him a hug, and left him with one of my layers. It was so great to see him! I kept on truckin - thinking I would see him at the half.
A little bit later, I felt a little sick and stopped off at the bathroom. Big time drain, and I really didn't need to go that bad. Ugh. As I said before, the good news is that I didn't have an accident (my worst fear). Olympic Bronze medalist Deena Kastor also took a potty break, so I don't feel so bad.
I was a bit bummed when I hit the half as I knew I was going slow. It was going to be tough to PR. To be honest, I just didn't think I was that far off. I kept on looking at my watch, but my superior math skills failed me.
My goal thoughout training was to maintain a strong second half, so I started breaking the race into two mile segments. I tried to tough it out and to keep it as close to my goal pace as possible. It was tough, but I really worked hard. I don't remember much. Here are a few things -
** Somewhere around mile 16, I remember trying to remember the words to American Pie. I hate that song, but JP used to sing it while we rowed, and it is long so I thought it might keep me busy. No luck.
** I heard Thriller, and I was tempted to do the dance - I did dance with a volunteer to Single Ladies by Beyonce
** Mel - I saw someone in your green shirt. How I longed for at least one friend on the road :)
During the last 4 miles, I just wanted to be done. I was trying hard to be as tough as I could, but I knew my day was not what I had hoped. I did a pretty good job, and I am really proud of my negative split.
When I saw the 25 mile mark, I started RUNNING - I wanted to be done and to see Jason. I just weaved and ran like a crazy person, and I maintained a pretty good clip. I am in the yellow down below.
I crossed the line with relief. Whew. Next to me, a few younger ladies commented - thank god that is done, now we can get on to having babies. Hillarious. I think that the Chicago marathon is a 'bucket list' event for a lot of people.
THE END
I am happy to report that I did accept a cup of the 312 Urban Wheat Ale made by Goose Island in honor of the Cranks. We were also offered fruit, water, and bagels. Nothing fancy. I felt OK at the end, but I was hurting like crazy yesterday. Everything was sore.
I do have some suggestions for future Chicago Marathoners:
Stay downtown and plan to stay a day after the race. It was hard to rush back home, and I didn't get to see as much as I wanted. Fantastic city!!!
Make a very specific plan to find your spectators. It is nearly impossible to find people during and after the race. Go as far as to designate which side of the road you will be on. I would not bring small children to watch the race.
Get a seeded spot or start closer to the front if you are fast. I was bogged down at each water station. I carried a small bottle so I didn't need to stop, but you are heavily swayed by the momentum of the group.
HAVE FUN!! I am kicking myself a bit for being so serious. So I didn't rock the race. Does it really matter? I am just so competitive, and it is hard to shut it off.
What next - that is for another post. I know I trained hard, and I have more in me. I do want to thank Jason for being the best cheerleader. It was so great to have him there. My parents watched the boys who had a fantastic time. Thanks to Carrie and all my running buddies this year. I have come far!!! More adventures ahead.