Chicago Marathon Race Report
Pre-race
Coming off a PR last year in Chicago and a solid race in Boston, I started this cycle feeling pretty optimistic. It ended up being an “OK” cycle, but not great. My volume was fine, but my quality workouts suffered as a result of the unseasonably warm weather. Regardless, I ran a 1:28:52 half marathon PR five weeks prior to the race, and since my marathon pace typically isn’t a whole lot slower than my half marathon pace, I started to thing that sub-3 might be do-able. However, the warm weather forecast had me worried…
Got into Chicago on Friday afternoon and met
wraith for lunch before heading over to the expo. Hooked up with the RW crew for dinner at Caro Mio (delicious) and then headed back to the Loop for some pre-race libations at Elephant & Castle before calling it a night around midnight.
Saturday morning met up with my friends, Chad and Jay, for a little 5K shakeout run along the Lakeshore. It wasn’t even 9:00, and it already felt warm in the sun—didn’t bode well for race day. Chilled in the room for a while before heading over to Noodles to have lunch with my RW friends Heather, Jay, Abby, and Harry, and my friend Dot from high school. [sIDENOTE: Dot runs for the Hansons-Brooks team and finished 8th (2:35:02) at the ’08 trials. She had a baby last year and was making her marathon comeback in Chicago. Got sick mid-race and ended up running a “disappointing” 2:36:01. Really hoping to watch her race in Houston!] Went back to the expo for a while with my buddy Eamon, grabbed Jimmy John’s for dinner, and then pretty much chilled the rest of the night. I do remember thinking around 10 PM how it was a beautiful summer night in one of the most fun, exciting cities in the world, and I was sitting in my hotel room getting ready to go to bed. Lame.
Race day
Woke up at 5, got dressed, and headed downstairs with my friend Mark (who got into town late Saturday night) for a quick little run around the block. It was already warm. Went back up to the room, finished getting ready, and headed downstairs to meet the RW crew in the lobby.
Headed over towards the start area shortly thereafter, and in hindsight, I probably should’ve paid more attention to the participant guide, because the seeded gear check was a lot further away than last year. I bet we ended up walking a couple of miles before the race even started, and we probably should’ve left the hotel earlier, because we barely had time for a quick bathroom visit before walking into the corral just as the National Anthem was starting. Mark and I wished Chad and Jay good luck, said a quick hello to my friends Paul and Dave, and we were quickly on our way.
Miles 1-5 (6:59, 6:53, 6:55, 6:52, 6:51)
Mark and I had both been kinda thinking sub-3 for our “A” goal, but considering the weather, we thought it might be smart to start easy, get through the half, and then re-evaluate. We wanted to be around 7:00 pace for the first couple of miles, so I guess we did OK there. At every aid station I’d drink a Gatorade, drink a water, and then pour 1-2 waters over my head; I’d continue to do this the entire race. Caught back up to Paul around mile 3 and would run with him for the next several miles. Splits were getting faster, and while I thought the heat would make it tough for me to go sub-3, I still thought the “B” goal (straight 7s, so 3:03:24) might be do-able. At the same time, I knew the longer I pushed the pace, the bigger the risk of a blow-up later.
Miles 6-13 (6:51, 6:51, 6:58, 6:53, 6:57, 6:56, 6:53, 6:56)
Was getting nervous pushing the low 6:50 splits, so I made a conscious decision to back off a little bit. Lost Paul somewhere towards the end of this stretch. Crossed over the bridge to the half marathon marker, and I remember this being the first point where the sun really hit me. Crossed the half at 1:30:37 (6:55 average).
Mile 14-22 (6:56, 6:58, 7:10, 7:19, 7:35, 7:40, 7:49, 7:49, 7:49)
Sun was really starting to get to me. Probably started too fast for the weather. Crap. Lost Mark around mile 15, and I was fading fast. Dialed it back a bit, and decided to take the rest of the race one mile at a time. Hit 30K at 2:10:59 (7:02 average) and then 35K at 2:35:24 (7:09), so my “C” goal (new PR, sub-3:06:10) was also slipping away. Double crap. My friend Richard passed me somewhere around Pilsen; dude made me feel like I was standing still.
Mile 23-Finish (7:54, 7:58, 7:34, 7:33, 1:34)
Felt like crap in the Comiskey area and after making the turn onto Michigan, but Dave caught up with me around the 24-mile marker, and it gave me a little boost. (Didn’t hurt that some people were blasting Eminem’s “Lose Yourself,” either.) Saw a couple of friends who were spectating at the start of the last mile, and one of them yelled to me that my friends John and Tom were just up ahead. Made a little burst to catch ‘em, crested Mt. Roosevelt, and crossed the finish line with John at 3:09:55.
Post-race
After getting some water (which inexplicably came after the Mylar blankets on an 80-degree day), I met up my super fast friends who'd already finished, all of whom ran awesome races. Eric proceeded to tell me (many times) exactly HOW awesome his race was, but he deserved to gloat after running 2:57

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smashing his PR. Grabbed my gear bag and headed to the changing area, where I actually ran into Mark, who faded towards the end and finished less than a minute ahead of me in 3:09:01. If I’d had two more miles, I would’ve caught him. Went back to the hotel and cleaned up, then headed over to Fado to hang with the gang. Food and drink was awesome, but the company was even better. Headed over to Jake Melnick’s later and watched Richard destroy some super hot wings. Still debating which feat was more impressive—Eric's marathon or Richard’s wing-eating. I’m gonna call it a draw. Breakfast the next morning with Jay at Bongo Room (Oreo Banana Hotcakes--holy crap!), then back on the road home.
Summary
Like I’ve already told people, when I think about how 4-5 years ago I didn’t think I could EVER qualify for Boston, it’s hard to be too disappointed when a BQ is your “D” goal on an 80-degree day. That being said, I know that I’ve got a sub-3 marathon in me. And if this year’s weather had been more like last year’s weather, I think I would’ve done it, too.
So assuming my body recovers sufficiently well and also assuming good (cold) weather, there’s a good chance that I’ll take another shot at sub-3 in the not-too-distant future. But that's all I'm going to divulge right now....
Thanks for reading, guys, and for being such great friends!