Obviously, I took a little blogging hiatus. I went through a little phase where I was
just completely done with running and training by myself. This phase lasted pretty much the entire
month of September….which is pretty unfortunate timing when you’re supposed to
be doing an October marathon….whoops!
But, I’m kind of a dumb jock when it comes to these
things. Even though I knew I was
completely undertrained, I decided to run the Chicago Marathon anyway.
Even to the extent that I am a “dumb jock,” I’m not completely
irrational. I recognized that this was
not going to be a marathon in which I attained a PR. Rather than attempt to do this marathon in a
manner that would injure my woefully unprepared body, I decided to treat this
marathon like a Long Run for my marathon that I’ll be running in December, the St. Jude
Memphis Marathon.
So, last Friday night, Husband and I met in the greatest
city on the planet. We got to our hotel
super late and pretty much crashed. (Have I mentioned what a pain it is to fly
from Pacific Time Zone to Central Time Zone for just a weekend trip?!?) On Saturday, we had three missions: (1)
packet pick-up; (2) hydrate; and (3) eat all the carbs. We were *very* successful.
I have to say, Race Expos are among my favorite things in
the world. I just love the excitement of
picking up my race bib and wandering around the many booths of various running
and fitness wares.
This year, my favorite booth was probably the Nuun Hydration
booth. I, like everyone else in the running world, am basically obsessed with Nuun.
A while ago, I purchased a four pack of the Nuun Tropical and a four pack of
the Nuun All Day Grape Raspberry.
I’ve been burning through them relatively quickly, but hadn’t had an
opportunity to try any of the other flavors.
Chicago Marathon Expo to the rescue!!!!
At the Nuun booth, they had set it up so you could try out about a dozen
flavors in cups the size of Dixie cups.
Genius!! I am no officially
obsessed with watermelon and strawberry lemonade. Seriously, buy these flavors. I really think you won’t regret it.
(This is where a picture of the Nuun booth would appear…but apparently,
my little hiatus from blogging made me forget everything about blogging and I
neglected to take a picture – won’t happen again.)
I also spent a lot of time dwelling on the fact that I was
undertrained and that I wasn’t going to be happy about the outcome. I do this sometimes, dwell on things over
which I no longer have control. I know,
I’m probably the only one out there that does that. (sarcasm, I promise) I especially felt overwhelmed by the task I
had placed before myself for the following day when I looked at the marathon
course map. But I sucked it up to smile pretty for a picture. Oh, the sacrifices I make!
We spent the rest of Saturday relaxing and was really a very
lovely day! We even went to a movie with
one of my very best friends, at which I ate an extremely delicious soft pretzel
(more carbs). Then, we had a delicious
dinner of carbs on carbs (bread and gnocchi for me) with the same very good
friend at a charming little restaurant in Lakeview.
After dinner, we traveled back down to our hotel and I
couldn’t stop thinking about how grateful I was that our hotel was just a few
short blocks from the beginning of the race.
I needed the sleep because 5:00 am central
was going to come very early for this Pacific Time Zone runner.
It seemed like I had barely closed my eyes, when my alarm
went off and it was time to see how my body was going to hold up over 26.2
miles. We got a bit of a late start, but
not too bad and I arrived in my start corral with plenty of time to spare.
The weather was beautiful!!
Wishing I could somehow will more fitness into my body, I
approached the start line and I was off on my third consecutive Chicago
Marathon. I felt really great as we
headed north and wound through River North a bit before heading back south to
the Loop on State Street – past the Chicago theatre and then we headed back
north on La Salle. I love running up La
Salle because it reminds me of the first summer that I lived in Chicago. In fact, the 4-mile marker is directly in
front of the apartment in which I lived that summer.
All the north bound miles passed pretty quickly and I felt
great (of course I did, I had only run 8 miles). I love the section through Lincoln Park
because the course goes right by the apartment in which I lived for my second
summer in Chicago. (I don’t like to
think about this one as much – too many stressed out, terrified memories of
studying for the Illinois Bar Exam)
We finally started back south and before I knew it we were
back in the loop and headed west and if you’ve run the Chicago Marathon, you
know what that means….HALF WAY!!! My
half split was 2:25 which felt pretty good, but I suspected that it was too
fast and I was going to have problems eventually. =( And I did.
I didn’t start really falling off until sometime between Miles 16 and
22. I know, I know. That’s a pretty big span of time, but the
second half of marathons is always a blur to me.
By the time I reached Mile 22, I was fed up with myself,
with running, and with marathons. I
seriously thought that this was going to be the first time that the 26.2 beat
me. If I had been near an “L” stop, I
might have just gotten on a train back to Grant Park. However, there are pretty much ZERO “L”
stations once you pass the station by the White Sox Stadium (Mile 21ish, I
think). Well played Chicago Marathon
planners.
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| Yes - I hit the wall, big time. (via WikiCommons) |
Anyway, I was pretty down-trodden around Mile 22 and
seriously considered walking the entire 4.2 remaining miles. I also considered stopping and sitting on a
curb and crying (someone please remind me to train more for my next
marathon!). However, I did neither of
these things. I ran bits and pieces and
then sometime between Mile 24 and 25, the spirit moved me, or something, and I
started running and ran most of the rest of the marathon.
I think I say this every year, but I was never so happy to
see that finish line….
…and the cup of frothy 312 Goose Island waiting for me after
the finish line.
It wasn’t even close to what I was hoping for a few months
ago. My time was about 25 minutes slower
than my goal time and 16 minutes slower than my PR. So, let’s just say this isn’t a marathon that
I’ll be bragging about to my friends and family. I think this will one will be filed under “Remember
that time I was dumb enough to run a marathon when my longest run leading up to
it was a half?”
I’m supposed to be doing the Memphis St. Jude Marathon at
the beginning of December. I think this
was a step towards my fitness for that and hopefully the cooler temperatures of
October and November will help me stay motivated to train. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll be able to redeem
myself a bit in Memphis.
