How do I recap the most amazing race of my running life so far? How do I recap the most amazing trip and weekend in a city I completely fell in love with? I don’t even know where to start and I am sure that this needs to be done in parts. For now, I will recap the actual race and then hopefully remember to recap the entire trip. More for my own memories sake that anything else.
Looking back on my other posts, you can see that my confidence on a qualifying time much less a PR were pretty much in the realm of don’t-get-your-hopes-up territory. I felt strong, I felt confidant, but I didn’t feel like I had enough training behind me. If anything this race proves to me that you never really know what you are capable of until you shut up and go for it.
The start corral..
Is there anything more exhilarating than lining up with 45,000 other runners and a crowd of 1.2 million supporters around you? I don’t think so. Not after this race. I had decided to not try and stick anywhere near the pacers, I had a bad experience trying that before and besides I wanted to gauge my own pace through out the race. My plan was to run purely by feel and not bother checking my watch for anything other than when to use fuel. So when the gun went off and my corral was released I focused on finding my rhythm and just taking in the sights and sounds of the city (which is of course amazing and gorgeous). I wasn’t even worried about the fact that I hadn’t bothered with a warm up besides walking to the start corrals and some light stretching. Not my usual plan but like I said, there was zero pressure on myself today. I don’t even remember my legs feeling stiff at all in the beginning miles. I think I was possible to starry-eyed over how amazing the crowd support was to even notice. I must have been excited because even though I was holding back the pace from sprinting off like I normally do, I still managed a PR in the mile and 5k during the first 4-5… Whoops.
Once I calmed down I quickly found a pace I would call “comfy” and got down to business. I passed the 3:35, 3:30, then 3:25 pacers and realized that I didn’t even feel like I was running too fast or too hard. It was just the most natural thing in the world. I enjoyed the first portion of the race as we ran over the river and up Michigan Avenue. Miles were just clipping by like it was no ones business. I had a fueling strategy worked out beforehand and planned to alternate between water and Gatorade at every stop. I wanted to be sure and take enough liquids since the high was going to be 77 degrees and there wouldn’t be much shade for the later portions of the race. I also had planned to combat the nausea I always feel when I take a lot of Guu, and so I planned on eating some Scratch gummies for the first miles between 5-10. This turned out to be perfect because it meant I got plenty of fuel and was able to keep down Guu in the later stages of the race. So basically, I was having a blast running all over my most magical playground while snacking on fruit drops. Fucking amazing.
For the middle portion of the race (10-20 miles), I just kept plugging along at my new-found happy pace. I knew it was staying around 7:30ish but I felt so good I wasn’t even worried about hitting the wall later. It was just sunshine and butterflies. I took my first Guu at mile 15 but made sure to make it last about a half mile in order to not feel gross later. I had one more Guu for mile 20 if I needed it since I felt like in my last marathons that was the point that I struggled at.
While running I was with a little next of running buddies one of whom was named Doug according to his shirt. This was cool at first but after 3 hours of strangers yelling “YAY GO DOUG!” “THATS MY DOUGGIE BOY!” etc I wanted to shove Doug to the ground. I was saved my moment of madness when Doug finally faded away at mile 18 to never reappear again (RIP Doug???).
Around mile 20 is when my legs finally decided to make their plight be heard, and although it was more of a “hey I’ve been moving for over two hours and am le tired” and not “I can’t take another step and I am threatening to break down on you.” Therefore I was able to ignore them and instead just focused on the scenery and people in the crowd around me. It was also starting to warm up at this point, but since I had been running heat equivalent to the fires of hell all summer I already knew how to handle this. I loved that there were sprinklers set up on the course (I ran through them mostly to wash off the Gatorade I was talented at spilling on myself) and there were bright blue water sponges being handed out (I saw several women shove them down their bras… anything to stay cool?). I can see how this is a great idea to help with the heat, but I then had a really fun game of “dodge-the-blue-sponges” for the next half mile after every station.
The last six miles I lied to myself that it was really just two 5k’s back to back. It was nice because we were also heading back towards the downtown area and Grant Park. It was weird in that I was happy the race and therefore physical effort was coming to an end, but I was also a bit sad because it meant that the race experience was coming to an end. I still was just fatigued and had no tightness/cramping/niggling injuries popping up, which was very unlike past marathons. Before long it was time to run the long straightaway to the finish shoot and although my legs didn’t have much kick left, I picked it up a tiny bit to cruise over the finish line. Looking up at the clock I saw it flashing 3:30 and change but I knew that I had a couple mins less than that because of the wave start. I was more than pleased! It wasn’t until I walked back to the finish area that my friends informed me that my official finishing time was actually 3:26!!!!??!!! MIND BLOWN. That is an 8 minute PR??? a BOSTON QUALIFIER with an 8 MINUTE CUSHION?? I never expected that. I never expected that time to feel that comfortable. I never expected to enjoy this race as I had and achieve that much. I had to just lay there for a while in the grass and let it all sink in and process.
I never thought that this marathon would go this way. I had hope and felt an excitement and confidence that I was hoping would translate to a good result, but I never expected quite this much. This training cycle was hard, it was too short, I only did one 20 mile run, I never took a cut back week, I didn’t do any tempo runs, and yet it worked. For whatever reason I was able to rise above all these factors that I thought would only produce a finish of around 3:45 and instead ended up punching my ticket to Boston 2017. Unbelievable!
I know I have said it probably a million times plus two more, but I loved this marathon. I loved every single detail and every single moment of it. I want to do it all right this second. I want to relive it again and again. Will I be back to run Chicago again? You bet your ass I will. I want to run and scream and tell everyone to run this race because I hope that every runner is able to experience what I did. It outlived any expectation I could ever imagine and I am more than happy to have my PR live in Chicago.. for a little while at least. 😉
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