2015 Chicago Marathon Race Report
Oh man, where to start. In my mind (and my wife's mind), this would be my one and only marathon. If I had never run one, I would always wonder if I could. And at this point in my life, trying new things is really important: mainly because with three kids things for "me" are few and far between anymore.
We drove up Friday, and went to the expo on Saturday morning. My wife decided to take her sweet time getting ready, even though I had explained to her I was scheduled to meet the one and only
Juxt. She obviously didn't care as much as me. Between her taking her sweet time and the road construction going into downtown, we missed each other by maybe 10 minutes. He waited around for probably 40 minutes, and I appreciate that.

I had gotten up early, ran a 2 mile shake out run, and was more than ready to leave to catch him in time.
Anyway, the original plan was to have my brother drop us off and pick us up. While at the expo, we were talking to someone at the info desk and asked them how hard it is to park in the morning. They said to download an app called ParkWhiz. where you could actually pre-book a parking space in advance, pay for it, and have it there in the morning. We looked at each other and said: "Great. Now we can just get down there whenever and have a car to head home." So we did that, and actually found a garage about .5 mile from Grant Park. Only $20. Perfect!
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So I've been having issues in training with my stomach as you all know. So this is a big issue for me going in. Luckily, my brother made some homemade pasta sauce, which did wonders the night before and cleaned me out pretty good. This always worries me a bit, because I wonder if there is anything lingering in there, and will it get out on race day morning. On Sunday morning, I have a nice breakfast of 2 pieces of toast with peanut butter and a banana. It's difficult to choke down.
The down side is I can't take a dump. As we are walking out the door, I feel a little rumbling and make a feeble attempt at a discharge. About 5 minutes later, as we are walking out the door again, another rumbling. Not much comes from it. Now I'm worried, because we have to get moving. Luckily we have that awesome parking space close to the start. We leave about 5:30 AM. This should get us there about 6:15 or so. Race starts at 7:30
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Traffic is light, so we breeze down there. Pull off the highway, follow the GPS, and are heading to the garage. Right when the cops are closing the street that leads directly to the garage. Uh oh. No way they let us through, so I drive around, get back on the highway and come from the north to hit it from a different direction. Hey, guess what? Road closed. Basically the garage we booked through the Chicago Marathon link in the app was in the one place we couldn't get too. I'm freaking out, because my stomach is rumbling again, and the clock is ticking. We are pushing 6:30, and we still have to get to Grant Park and for me, clear security before I get to the corral. On top of that, I really have to piss. We drive around the block, and at this point my wife is telling me to just go and she would figure it out. I tell her no: she's in a strange city and I'm not leaving here to figure it out. As luck would have it, we pull behind a gas station, and the parking gods were shining on us. There was a lot there, and they still had spaces. $20. Bam, we are in.
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We rush to Grant Park, and we part ways so I can get in. It takes a few minutes to get my bearings and figure out where the hell my corral is. By the time I get to the entrance to my corral, it's about 7:10. The lines to the bathrooms were long - I start to stand in line and I have to piss - bad. I then hear on the loudspeaker that the corral closes at 7:20. I look at the line, and say: "No ####### way". I head to the corral.
At this point, the trash bag and Gatorade bottle I left with my wife would have come in handy.

But in the rush, I forgot. As fate would have it, I'm wearing my Royals shirt, and the guy next to me takes off his long sleeve shirt to discard and he's wearing a Chiefs shirt.

Turns out he lives about 10 minutes from me.
I figure, at this point I'm hitting a bathroom spot early on, and so be it. Nothing I can do about it here.
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So I'm going to report as best I can on HR and splits, and I'm going to use the "official" time from my bib. My Tom-Tom actually had me running 27.1.

I looked back at what it says I actually ran 26.1, and it came in at 4:22.

But, I also know the buildings were messing with the GPS for some of the day, so I will take the official chip time. But when I saw the splits later, I was really surprised I came in slower. By my watch all day I thought I was cooking along a lot faster all day. And I felt like I was running faster than what the final splits were.
5K: (3.1 Miles) 30:20 split time. Avg HR was 148.
By my watch it said I ran this segment at an average pace of 8:52, which actually felt about right for my effort. When I saw when I crossed the actual 5K line I was shocked to see the 30 ish time frame. I take a leak, which costs me about a minute or so, but I'm good. No dump, but stomach is fine.
10K: (6.2 Miles) 31:21 split time. Avg HR was 154.
15K: (9.3 Miles) 28:45 split time. Avg HR was 159.
Watch and chip time were close here. Avg pace was 9:16. Right where I wanted to be, and when I was running the race I actually slowed down here relative to what my effort was earlier. This is again why I was shocked at the time later. It was here I started to dial back some to save for later because I KNEW I was running a little quicker than I wanted to be at the start.
20K: (12.4 Miles) 29:52. Avg HR was 160.
Was trying to keep the same strategy. Keep the pace around 9:15 to 9:30. Felt great here, and I felt like I was cooking, but cognizant of what was coming. But I felt good, and the HR was still pretty manageable.
25K: (15.4 Miles) 23:40. Avg HR was 163.
Knew my HR was creeping up, so started to think about really dialing it back to make sure I had something at the end.
30K: (18.6 Miles) 31:41. Avg HR was 166.
Starting to feel it here. I'm starting to get those thoughts in my head about: "Damn this hurts and there is still a long way to go". Then I start thinking about how I'm in shape, and I can do this, and just push through it.
35K: (21.7 Miles) 34:17. Avg HR was 165.
I'm still actually feeling pretty good here, but I also know that I have to start slowing down or else I might be in trouble. It's getting a little warm here, but not bad.
40K: (24.8 Miles) 41:40. Avg HR was 162.
It started getting rough at about mile 21 and really got rough at about mile 22. I started to feel the warning signs of my calves and my stomach cramping up. I ended up listening to my body and started to walk here, because the last thing I wanted was to not finish because my legs were locking up. I had actually drank fluids pretty well all day, which probably saved my ### here. I alternated gatorade and water every other station, and took something at every station. Still, I was running across that damn finish line, and didn't want to ruin it here for a few extra minutes. I ended up alternating about a quarter mile of walking with a quarter mile of running.
The Finish
With about 1.25 miles left, I decided at that point I was running it in, no matter the pace. The energy at the end is pretty great, but I was hurting. But still running.

I'm just looking around, actually dumbfounded I made it to the end. When I came around the corner with about .25 to go, there is about a .10 that is an incline up a bridge. I'm thinking to myself: "Oh, ####### great. I just ran 26 miles of a flat race and they put a damn hill at the end."
Official Chip Time Finish: 4:33:35.
After the race, I'm in a daze. I'm hurting pretty good, and somehow stumble along the line, getting my water, and the medal, and some food, and a cold wash cloth. I have my phone on me, and call my wife:
My wife:
God Bless Her. She was a trooper all day. She was able to meet me 6 times on the course: mile 2 and 4ish, mile 13, mile 20, 22, and 25. Somewhere around those spots. She hustled her ### off to cheer me on, and the thought of her being there allowed me to forget a lot of pain. We had plotted out approximate points beforehand, so I had an idea where she would be. Unbelievable effort by her to support me.
Final Thoughts
It was awesome.The spirit of the city was really amazing, with each neighborhood having something different all the way through. Wearing the Royals shirt turned out to be a good idea: I bet I heard "Go Royals" one hundred times all day, and I'm not exaggerating. I also heard a "Go Home Royals" and a "Royals Suck" from two very obvious unintelligent White Sox fans, but it was fine.
As for what's next, my immediate thought was: never again will I run a marathon. The experience was so great that I can live with myself if I never do another.
BUT, the experience was so great I want to run that race again. It was fun. Chicago was fun. The people, the city, the support, was off the charts for me. My plan right now, a day later, is to run this again next year, if they'll have me. I know now I have a sub 4:00 in me with another year of training. This race didn't break me - it actually revitalized me.
And that's a great place to be. Thank you all again for the support for the last few years. There were many times I heard words in my head of advice of how to get through tough times during a race. Just know that every comment here, every "Like", every critique, is acknowledged and appreciated.