Official Finish Time: 4:22:44
My goal was 4:10. I was pacing STRONG, right on it (a bit ahead of it, actually) through Mile 18, then faded. The fade was slight until about mile 23, then things got bad / worse. I did not lock up / shut down entirely, but definitely slowed WAY down. Disappointing, but not disastrous.
2 years ago, when I was watching Dave run, we had some time to kill in Chinatown at Mile 22.5. The place where we were positioned was near the top of a slight but long, progressive uphill. At that point, about half of the runners were struggling. Walking, shuffling, moving slowly up the hill. Others were running strong, gritting their teeth, "chewing up" the hill. I promised myself that when I ran Chicago again, I would do whatever I could to be in "rock the Chinatown hill" shape when I got there. So I chose a tried and true training plan (Hal Higdon) and hit damn near all of my runs over 18 weeks.
I still faded, did not hit my goal time, but I'm happy with the race. 4:22 is a solid marathon for me. Hey! 4:22 at age 42! Just realized that. Heh.
An added bonus was being able to run with Dave for a full 13 miles. We did not think we'd be able to stick together for that long. He was not as "trained up" as I was, and we anticipated that he'd fade much sooner. The 2 hours and 5 minutes of conversation with a long-time friend and running mentor...irreplaceable. LOVE that dude.
Solid splits. Strong through 18. Then a consistent fade. Feh.
The "fastest mile" is deceiving here... This was on Mile 1, and can be attributed to Loss of Signal on my GPS as we ran through the tunnel just N of Grant Park. The slowest mile... Yeah, that's accurate, unfortunately.
- Jay Cutler would have quit by now.
- You run better than the United States Government!
- The day will come when you are no longer able to do this. Today is not that day.
- If marathon running was easy, it would be called “Your Mom.”
Something that's never happened before... I got CRAZY hungry at Mile 15. I am very good about taking gels, Shot Blocks, Sport Beans, etc as-prescribed on long runs and races. But it's never...NEVER because I'm "hungry." At Mile 15, I got crazy-hungry. I double-dipped ahead of schedule into my Sport Beans stash. When that did nothing for me, I grabbed TWO HANDFULS of pretzels from a road-side spectator and shoved them into my face for the next mile. And I washed those down with a freezer pop at Mile 17. Gotta LOVE Chicago. The spectators (NOT the officially sanctioned aid-stations!) offer enough food for a balanced meal for several large families. Love it. This year was the first time I have ever partaken. AND, I ate like crazy in the finisher chute. And at Goose Island. And at every gas / bathroom break on the way home. And into the night on Sunday night. Dayam. Hungry.
Signs in our room at Casa De Pokorny, courtesy of Hannah and Julia.
Rally Monkeys ready to ROCK.
Pre-race, ready to rock in Corral D. AND, I actually disposed of my disposable clothes
(hat, gloves, jacket) this time!!!
Monkeyed UP at Mile 3
Walking to Mile 12
Mile 12 - Merchandise Mart
Tim, Dave, Rally Monkey @ Mile 12
Hannah & Julia - Water Taxi to Chinatown (Mile 22.5)
Goose Island Post-Race. Salty, sore, thirsty!