Friday, October 20, 2017

Race Review: Chicago Marathon

Here are all the little details that might be useful to those planning to run the Chicago Marathon. If you're interested in my race report, you can find it here.

Event: 2017 Chicago Marathon (race website)


Registration: If you're a speedy marathoner, you can apply for a guaranteed entry based on the qualifying standard time. In 2017, there was only a gender-specific qualifying standard time, but in 2018, there are age and gender standards to the time qualifier entry application. If you're not a speed demon, then the non-guaranteed entry application (aka lottery) is one of the many ways (deferred entry, charity entry and legacy entry) to get in the race. Application took place shortly after the previous year's race, so best to mark the date a year in advance on your calendar!

Cost: $195 for U.S. residents and $220 for non-U.S. residents. I'm curious whether the residency affects the lottery success rate and why it costs more non-U.S. residents when they don't even receive physical mailings like the residents do.



Field size: A lot! You'll get to run with about 45,000 of your best running buddies. They don't call this a Major for nothing!

Sell-out factor: Yes, see above registration process.

Run Course: A flat, flat, flat course, except the hill that seems ginormous at 800m to the finish line. The race boosts itself for running through 29 of the city's boroughs.



Pre-Race Day Logistics: Packet pick-up was at McCormick Place. There were parking available at the convention centre and with a validation, there was a discounted parking rate for racers. However, traffic to and from the expo seemed congested. In fact, don't even attempt to drive there during the Friday evening commute. The best way to get to McCormick Place was taking the race expo shuttles that depart from four different locations around the city. The shuttles are easy to spot because they are the bright yellow school buses. The shuttles would take you directly to the designated entrance of the expo whereas there is still quite a trek from the parking lot if you choose to drive. Public transit is another viable option, but with a bit of walking again.

Hotels/Accommodations: I stayed at Swissotel Chicago, which was the perfect location because it was a brisk 20-minute downhill walk to the start, and only a block from the end of the 27th mile post-race party. If you familiarize yourself with the "pedway" pedestrian walkway system, you can take an elevator instead of walking uphill at the end of the race.


I would recommend any hotels north of the Millennium Park within walking distance to the start because to keep the finishers moving through the finish line, there's the 27th mile post-race party that you would need to wander through, and you'll be going in the same direction towards your hotel. The next best option is to stay at any hotels immediate west of Millennium Park or stay near train stations.

Race day transportation: If you've heeded my advice on hotels/accommodations, then it is easy to walk to the race start or take the train in on race morning. The train is underground, so would not be disrupted by traffic or street closure.

Aids station: 20 aids stations along the 26.2 miles. The aids stations are about two-block long on both sides of the street. Most of the stations had Gatorade first and water next, differentiated by the colour of the cups. Aids station in the latter part of the course had other goodies like bananas and gels.


Spectators: Except at the start line where spectators cannot go in the security area, spectators lined the road from beginning to end. There weren't many dull moments through the course.

Swag: Gender-specific tech t-shirt and medal.

Post-race food/drink: In the finisher’s chute, water, beer, banana, chocolate milk, and chips. At the 27th mile post-race party, there were cheeseburgers for $6 (sold out by the time I finished) and $5 for hot dogs. There was also a beer garden for more beer.



Pros: The race is well organized as it is in its 40th anniversary year. We received email updates as race day came closer. The energy from such a big field with runners of all paces is motivating, and the energy from so many spectators is electrifying. The course is as flat as it can be for a record-setting day.

Cons: The recommended 2-hour race arrival time is over the top. The security line didn't take too long at all, so if you don't need to check a bag or use the loo, then you'll be waiting for a long time before your wave start. On a warm day, bag checks are totally unnecessary. Wear an old top in the morning and "donate" it at the start of the race. As for loo break, it's personal, but if your hotel is only a few minutes away, then it doesn't make sense to arrive early just to stand in the super long queue to use the porta loo.

Take-home message: Chicago Marathon didn't disappoint. A city with character showing off its best side during the marathon event!


Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Race Report: Chicago Marathon

If you're looking for race details that might be useful in race planning for the Chicago Marathon, you can find it here. Otherwise, this is just a rambling of my race day.
 
A Year of Anticipation

A year ago, D registered for the Chicago Marathon through the guaranteed entry based on his speedy marathon time; meanwhile, K and I put our names in the hat for the non-guaranteed lottery. As luck would have it, both of us got in!



16 15 Weeks of Training

I had intended to do a 16-week block of training, but only in hindsight, I realized that I had miscalculated the number of weeks, and had done only 15 weeks of training. Oops!

These were the BEST 15 weeks! I did all the training up to the 20-miler in New Zealand. I absolutely loved running in New Zealand. There are no natural predators on the run, so I didn't have to carry a bear spray. There are so few people on the trails, so I had the whole trail to myself. Sometimes, I don't even see a single soul for two to three hours. I loved "sightrunning" - sightseeing while running.



It was winter in New Zealand, and I was skiing four days a week. I had to balance ski days and run days in order to not destroy the legs. The training plan definitely leaned on the low mileage side, but I really only had two days for running -- a mid-week double run day and a Saturday long run. Sunday is what I coined "fetal position" day when I laid in bed or on the couch or on the floor for hours clutching my tired legs.

Pre-Race

Three weeks out from the Chicago Marathon, I nailed my pacing for my longest training run, the 20-miler, by negative splitting with a kick in the last mile.


Isn't it the most beautiful thing you have ever seen?

From there, I had my heart set on running the first 20 miles in the marathon at the same pace, and see what happens in the last 6.2 miles. Being able to kick at the end, I thought my plan was realistic. But as the race day forecast solidified to high-10's/low-20's, sunny, and humid, I was starting to doubt my plan.



I flew into Chicago on Friday. As soon as I landed, I could feel the heat and the humidity which I wasn't accustomed to neither. I took the train into the city and found my way to the hotel. The shuttle to the expo was literally right next door. What luck! I managed to pick up my packet at the expo at the McCormick Place relatively efficiently, and joined the Oiselle Volee runners for dinner on the Magnificent Mile. And on Saturday, I generally tried to stay off my feet, and never ventured farther than the immediate two blocks around the hotel. 


The Big Day

D, K, and I are all in different corrals with different starting times. My corral closes at 7:45am and my wave starts at 8:00am. I left the hotel with plenty of time for the twenty minute walk to the start line. I heard the elite start and the first wave start shortly after, then we wait and wait. In hindsight, since I didn't have any checked bags and I didn't have to use the loo, I could've just arrived right before 7:45am and walked right into my corral.

I started off just a tad too fast, clocking 34:00 (10:57/mile) for the first 5K. At the time, I couldn't tell what my pace was except at the mile markers because the GPS signal was all scrambled due to the Chicago highrises and underground passages. It was both a blessing and a curse that the race organizer had bumped me up to a faster corral (for unknown reasons) than the estimated time that I had entered. On the positive side, I got to start at a cooler time of day. On the down side, I had to really try to hold back, run my own race, and let all the runners pass me. Unfortunately, it was still faster than I had planned.

By the time I hit halfway point, I can start to feel the pounding from the asphalt. Perhaps I could have foreseen this because most of my training was done on hard-packed dirt trails in New Zealand, though I didn't think I would start to feel the fatigue this early in the marathon. As my pace slowed, I also started to feel the heat from the sun. I've lost all ability to calculate time or pace, which has never happened to me before.



My slowest pace was 49:52 (16:03/mile) between 35K and 40K. This must be the notorious "wall". A Oiselle Volee runner tapped me on the shoulder as I was crawling and cheered me on. I was able to pick up the pace for the last couple kilometres and returned the favour by cheering on another Oiselle Volee runner at the last hill with 800m to go.

Not my best marathon. In fact, it was my worst marathon in terms of finish time. Interestingly, it was one of my favourite one because I had the best time through the training journey, had a chance to do it with friends, and I may have learned a few lessons on running a marathon!



Friday, October 13, 2017

Chicago Marathon last Sunday!

Race report is coming! In the mean time, here is the rest of highlights from the  16  15 weeks of training.







Monday, October 2, 2017

Chicago Marathon this Sunday!

It's taper time! With all the extra time, I'm trying to stay calm, trust my training, and relax. I realized that I haven't been updating my training on the blog as I had planned, but I've been documenting my training in photos on Instagram. Here are some of the highlights:







Saturday, July 1, 2017

Chicago Marathon: 100 Days To Go

First thing first,



Now that the Croatia Cycling blogs are done, we're back to the regular boring programming of Chicago Marathon training. I'm sure no one will probably read this, but I'm hoping keeping an update will keep me motivated in the long road of training.


Changing gears from cycling to running and swimming, I got in a good week of workouts with 4 runs and 3 swims.



Thursday, May 11, 2017

Chicago Marathon: 150 Days To Go

Saw this on Chicago Marathon's FB page:



Since the last "The Mountains are Calling & I Must Go" post, I
  • Passed CADS 1
  • Taught Adaptive Skiing
  • Passed CSIA 1
  • Taught Adaptive Snowboarding
  • Passed CSIA 2
  • Passed AST 1
  • Completed Teaching Children module
  • Completed Terrain Assisted Development module
  • Passed CASI 1
  • Completed Advanced Teaching module
  • Completed All Terrain module
There were also non- snow sports activities, including:
  • Survive the flu (that was week #5, so that's why the blogging had stopped)
  • Road trip to Kicking Horse & Revelstoke (can't stop traveling)
  • Tax returns (was an accountant in my previous life)
  • Tri camp
  • Yoga
  • Pilates
  • Mountain biking
  • OEC
Busy season! And let's not forget the marathon training. I haven't updated in awhile because it took awhile to get "running" in running. LOL (laughing at my own pun)

After a month of consistent running three times a week, I'm starting to feel the flow, get with the groove, etc.



I almost skipped the run today. I was too tired to join the 6:10am group run. Then it was raining cats and dogs all day. Staring at the consistent green dots on Strava for the past month, I found the motivation to go to the gym and run on the treadmill. Notice the double run? Because there's a 30-minute limit on cardio machines. Luckily the gym wasn't too busy, so I was able to hop back on after a quick loo break. TMI? Yes!

Next up? I've been debating whether to run a half marathon or race a 10K in a month. TBD!

Saturday, January 14, 2017

Chicago Marathon Week #4: Whistler, Second Home for the Winter

QUOTE OF THE WEEK
"The mountains are calling and I must go."


THE STORY
In August 2016, Colorado-based Vail Resorts bought Whistler Blackcomb for C$1.4 billion. According to the insiders in the business, the takeover was inevitable. And with the foreign currency exchange rate favouring the U.S. dollars, it is not surprisingly that an American mountain resort operator snatched up this popular British Columbia ski destination.


While mountain resort operators are smart to hedge their bets by geographic diversity through property acquisition and expansion, consumers also enjoy immediate benefits. Speculations include a dramatic cut in season pass from around C$1,500 to roughly US$800; access to all 13 resorts owned by Vail as part of the Epic Pass; however, the Mountain Collective pass is expected to discontinue. Questions remain on how the new operator will manage the already overcrowded ski hills and how employees will be impacted. Based on my glimpse into the Park City culture two years after Vail signed the deal there, there are a lot of tension between disgruntled employees at the consumers' expense. So far, it's still business as usual at Whistler, but only time will tell how epic it will really be!


WHAT ELSE?

Florence Foster Jenkin...Just as Meryl Streep made headlines not for talking about her career as she picked up a lifetime achievement award at the 2017 Golden Globes, but for commenting on President-elect Donald Trumps' apparent imitation of a disabled reporter back in 2015, I jumped at the chance to see the free film screening of her latest dramedy at Whistler Public Library. This movie should serve as a reminder that compassion trumps ridicule.


Yogacara Whistler...After a day on the slopes, yoga is the perfect supplement. Yogacara Whistler, located in the heart of Whistler village, is the perfect place to relax. Small groups, attentive teachers, and lovely studio. Hint: sign up online a few days in advance if you want one of the 13 limited spots in a class during apres-ski hours. 


Scandinave Spa...Another spot to unwind after a day of skiing or snowboarding. This Nordic-inspired oasis in the middle of a spruce and cedar forest has hot baths, massages, sauna, steam room, and waterfalls. Hint: pick up discounted gift cards at Costco in Vancouver before departing for Whistler.


Week #4:

Here's my attempt to incorporate training while hitting the slopes at my second home for the winter.

Monday: Rest. Physio therapy.

Tuesday: Yoga. Travel day.

Wednesday: Ski + Yoga.

Thursday: Ski + Massage.

Friday: Rest. Travel day.

Saturday: CADS Level 1 Ski

Sunday: CADS Level 1 Ski 

Weekly Review: Zero runs. :-(

Saturday, January 7, 2017

Chicago Marathon Week #3: Swim, Bike, Run

QUOTE OF THE WEEK
"Triathlete: n. A person who doesn't understand that one sport is hard enough."



THE STORY
I moved to San Francisco in the summer of 2006. I heard about this place called Napa Valley and I saw that there was an event by the lake. It was a sprint triathlon, which at the time I had to look up that it entailed a swim, followed by a bike ride, and finished with a run. I didn't know how to swim, but I figured that I've been to the beach and survived. I didn't own a bike, so I mail ordered a bike that costed more to have a local bike shop assemble it than the price of the bike. I ran a 5K for the first time earlier in the year, and although I had to walk part of the way, I finished. To say the least, I had no idea what I was in for!



The start of my triathlon career was literally a shock to me. The water was shockingly cold! Less than a minute after I jumped in the lake with a rented wetsuit, I was hyperventilating and grabbing at a kayak. The volunteer firmly said to me, "Slow your breathing down. Don't sink my kayak. Take this life jacket." I dog paddled, side stroked, and floated on my back with the life jacket to the swim finish. There was only one bike left in the transition area and it was mine!


I hopped on my purple bike, and pedaled, and pedaled, and pedaled. I was utterly confused why bystanders were cheering for me because I was literally dead last. I later learned that they were called spectators. For a moment, I thought I could catch up to one racer ahead, but as we started climbing up a hill, the gap between us widened. I also later learned that my bike is a mountain bike, and it was no match for a road bike on the road. Once I reached the turnaround, I thought the suffering would end as the uphill would soon become downhill. Who knew I was more scared of the going fast downhill than climbing uphill?

I didn't understand that one sport is hard enough until I started the run portion of the race. All I could do was put one foot in front of another at whatever speed I could mustered. Little did I know that this was the same strategy I used to complete the marathon portion of Ironman Canada four years later. "Just go forward!"


Triathlon is a lifestyle that I've since embraced. For no other reason other than this is what I know what to do, so for training this week, I jumped in the pool, biked on the trainer, and ran. 


Week #3

Monday: Swim. 3 x (100, 200) + 30". I spent half an hour searching for my swim goggles, and the strap broke just when I was about to enter the pool. After I successfully tied the straps with a knot, I realized that I forgot all my swim toys. That wasn't the worst part. The worst part is realizing how hard and slow it is to swim again after such a long time off. On the bright side, the next swim session should be better than this swim session.

Tuesday: Bike. 15 x (1' + 1'). I spent the whole morning searching for my multi-tool kit to put the seat and the bars on, but to no avail. I had to go out and buy a replacement tool. After I unsuccessfully put together the bike, I also unsuccessfully synced up the trainer. Soon it was going to be midnight before I even rode my bike, so I just hopped on for a quick spin.

Wednesday: Swim. Sudden onset of sickness :-(

Thursday: Run 20 min easy with quick cadence.

Friday: Bike. FTP Test. I've sorta' figured out how to sync the trainer to the watch, but I forgot to turn on the watch. I've also tried to add Zwift to the picture, but it was definitely not set up right. I couldn't pedal at all even in the easiest gear in erg mode. Failed it!

Saturday: Rock Climbing.

Staff: "Have you rock climbed here before?"
Me: "Yes, when the gym used to be on Broadway."
Staff: "That's a long time ago."
Me: "Yes, probably before you were born."
Staff: "You're probably right." 

Run 30 min easy with quick cadence. 

Swim 6 x 50 + 500 TT. I'm experiencing culture shock. To replace my swim goggles, I went to the mega sports store, MEC, that's supposed to have everything, just like I would in SF go to either Sports Basement or REI. Sadly, there was only one goggle with scratched lens left in the whole store. I had to think whether there were some for sale at the pool. Indeed, there was a small collection, but came with a strict no return or exchanges policy. How odd for such an active city!

Sunday: Ski. 

Weekly Review: Got two runs in this week, which is two more than last week. I spent more time getting ready for swim and bike than actually running. Getting my sh!t together!

Saturday, December 31, 2016

Chicago Marathon Week #2: Nordic, Cross-Country, Skate Ski

QUOTE OF THE WEEK
"Cross country skiing checks all the boxes for triathlon."
Fun fact: Cross-country skiing became an Olympic sport in 1924 in Chamonix, France

THE STORY
It's the dead of winter in the Northern hemisphere. Days are short, weather is cold, and the roads are icy. None of it is ideal for running outdoors. Unless I want to spend the whole winter running on a treadmill indoor, I will need to equip myself with some alternative winter training.


Learning a new sport the second time

CROSS COUNTRY SKIING
In his article "Winter Sports for Triathlon Training," Sutto, the coach of Ryf (current World champion) and Spirig (Olympic gold and silver medalist), argues that cross country skiing "checks all the boxes for triathlon." It works the triceps in the arms, helps the biomechanics of acceleration, builds thigh and glutes strength, and provides a cardiovascular workout without the risk of bone stress injuries allowing longer workouts for 1hr 30min, but be aware that poor skating technique could still cause knee problems.

The "Winter Break" article in the Runners' World magazine also advocates that "a low-impact sport will go a long way toward helping runners maintain fitness in the offseason." For example, the fringe benefits of Nordic skiing include coordination, stamina, and stabilization.
 
Foreshadowing: Snowshoeing in the near future?

If you're not convinced yet, here's an excerpt of the "Cross-Train Your Way Through Winter" article from the Triathlete magazine:  
Have you ever watched the Olympic cross-country skiing races? Those athletes are seriously strong from head to toe, which makes sense considering cross-country skiing uses almost every major muscle in the body from the thighs and glutes to the back and abs. Cross-country skiing is an ideal cross-training activity for both running and biking, and is low-impact, highly aerobic and affordable (the average cost of rented equipment and a trail pass is $35 a day). The learning curve of cross-country skiing is initially steep, so it is recommended that you take a lesson in order to ensure you have the correct form before heading out on the trails.

Week #2
Monday: Rest. Happy Boxing Day! Day of avoiding the crowds, fueling with my favourite Acai Bowl, and hydrating with my favourite coffee.

Tuesday: Skate ski clinic, day 1. The 4-day clinic was a sold-out program. The 30 participants were divided into three groups by the initial ability observed. I got bumped up to the most advanced group, and most of them had already skied at least one season. Boy, I had to work my butt off to keep up. So many new terms: herringbone, double pole, free skate.

Wednesday: Skate ski clinic, day 2. Wet day, heavy snow. More new terms: one skate, two skate.

Thursday: Skate ski clinic, day 3. Powder day. More new terms: offset, plow.

Friday: Skate ski clinic, day 4. I got stuck in traffic and missed the class. It must've been a sign that I needed to take a remedial clinic. Skate skiing on my own without instructional breaks literally takes my breath away!

Saturday: Rest. Leg rest day. I thought of going for a swim, but I must've been fighting off an illness. I struggled so hard to stay awake but kept falling asleep like a log through the afternoon.

Sunday: Rest. Happy New Year!

Weekly Review: Another solid week of skiing, building leg strengths with some cardio thrown in there!


Sunday, December 25, 2016

Chicago Marathon Week #1: Utah Ski Week

QUOTE OF THE WEEK
"I got into the Chicago Marathon! Now what?"



THE STORY
In 2014, the Chicago Marathon switched to a lottery system for entries after being overwhelmed with applicants using a first-come, first served process.  The application window for guaranteed or non-guaranteed entry to the 40th annual Chicago Marathon closed on Tuesday, November 29. Runners in the non-guaranteed entry drawing were randomly selected and notified two weeks later on Tuesday, December 13.

THE BEGINNING
Like a New Year's resolution (click here to read my 2016 resolutions), a tradition in which a person makes a promise to do an act of self-improvement beginning from New Year's Day, this is the beginning of many months of blood, toil, tears and sweat. Even though we're couple weeks early of New Year, the start of marathon training signifies goal setting.




It isn't my first marathon or race, so I've had some experience on what works best for me, but let's take a look at a couple expert advice. Doing a search on internet, here are summaries of a few helpful articles:
  • "Setting a Marathon Goal Pace: Run your best marathon by pacing and listening to your body" - (1) Nail the basics including pace, max pace, and grade adjusted pace; (2) Track and monitor pace during training; (3) Set a realistic marathon time goal, and establish a focused, pace-based training plan; (4) Listen to your body and live in the moment in order to aim for a negative split in a race; (5) Get to work
  • "How to Set Good Running Goals: Meb Keflezighi's five-step plan for making sure you reach any goal" - Meb is an Eritrean-born American long distance runner, decorated with notable achievements and titles including 2004 Olympic silver medalist in the marathon and Marathon personal best time of 2:08:37. While most of us aren't running at the world-class level, he believes these are the elements of good goals: (1) A good goal has personal meaning; (2) A good goal is specific like "I want to run 30 seconds faster for 5K" instead of "I want to run faster," or "I want to run 5 days a week" instead of "I want to run more."; (3) A good goal is challenging but realistic; (4) A good goal has a time element with weekly evaluations; (5) A good goal keeps you motivated.

While these are good advice, when I reflect upon some of my best races, I enjoy the experiences the most when I'm less focused on time or performance goals, but rather I'm focused on the process and the journey.

Here are some blogs on process-oriented goals that I've enjoyed reading:
  • "Setting Realistic Running Goals" The article provides an anecdote of two runners with the same goals but who take different routes and experience different outcomes. Spoiler: the realistic runner ends up reaching her goal when she focuses more on taking her time and being honest with her fitness rather than trying to run too fast too soon.
  • "Forget About Setting Goals. Focus on This Instead." - (1) Commit to a process, not a goal; (2) Release the need for immediate results; (3) Build feedback loops.
  • "Process To Outcome, Part 2: Process-Oriented Training" - Rather than strict numbers, process goals for daily training may include: (1) Just show up, i.e. I'm going to get out for five runs this week; (2) Find ease, i.e. I'm going to find ease and feel good on this run, at whatever pace or distance that may be; (3) Know when to hold 'em, and know when to fold 'em, i.e. I want to run four to six half-mile repeats. If I feel good, I will do six, if I don't, only four; (4) Consistency is king, i.e. I'm going to execute the plan for the next three months, preceding my goal race; (4) Focusing on the 'Renewable Resources', i.e. I'm going to adopt a weekly yoga and foam-rolling routine; (5) General strength training, i.e. I will engage in a comprehensive strength routine each week; (6) Stride efficiency, i.e. During today's run, I'm going to focus on tall and forward posture and good arm swing; (7) Cover the non-running bases, i.e. I'm going to limit evening TV and internet time in order to get to sleep earlier, or I'm going to eat whole foods and limit processed and junk snacks.




MY GOALS
My goal in this first week is to build strengths. Ok, it was just an excuse to go skiing for a week. After four consecutive days of skiing, my legs do feel stronger!

Monday: Rest. Crushed it with jet lag!

Tuesday: Rest. Travel day.

Wednesday: Ski Park City. 60 km in 6 hours.

Thursday: Ski from Park City to Canyons. 40 km in 4 hours.

Friday: Ski Canyons. 60 km in 6 hours.

Saturday: Ski Deer Valley. 45 km in 5 hours.

Sunday: Rest. Travel day.

Weekly Review: A solid week of skiing and building leg strengths!

Wednesday, December 14, 2016

Chicago Marathon: Week #0

"I'd rather race another ironman than run another marathon" - me. #2017chicagomarathonentrant #eatmyownwords


In honour of getting into the 2017 Chicago Marathon, let's kick off with a funny, witty race report (Source: Let's Run). Happy reading!

This is a hilarious, well-written piece from a guy in Iowa. True Story.

Its Time To Run A F#cking Marathon Chicago 2006

I was flying into Chicago at night

Watching the lake turn the sky into blue-green smoke1

3:00:47. Forty seven seconds. Youre probably thinking to yourself: over the course of three hours you couldnt find a place to shave forty seven seconds and go under the magical three hour barrier? Dont you feel like you lost? The answers to those questions, and many more, are no and no. Long suppressed is my burning desire to prove something. Im happy, no ecstatic, that I was able to put together a solid effort to the finish, something that I havent been able to do for a few years. Besides, whats the difference between 3:00:47 and 2:59:59, 200 meters? For that matter whats the difference between say 2:57 and 2:56:03? To be quite honest as Im sure Seth, Tank & TC can attest quite a bit.

The decision to run Chicago meant my eight year Twin Cities Marathon streak would come to an end. There probably wasnt a lot left for me to accomplish on that course. Id run the gamut. Not to mention, Ive been humbled by those hills more than I care to remember. By comparison, Chicagos course is so pancake flat it hardly deserves to be called a marathon. You should have to run a couple of extra miles to make up for the hills it lacks. Regardless, I was willing to accept their charity and set a 2:55 goal for myself which included no miles faster than 6:30, through the half in 1:25 1:27 then roll the dice and see what I had left.

To give some idea about the months leading up to Chicago you have to go back to February of this year. In my mind, in the running scheme of things, February is not the time to be hammering out your hardest miles. An entire year lies ahead to inflict that sort of punishment on yourself. February is a time for maintenance, a time to enjoy the outdoors and sling a few snowballs. This past winter was atypical. Somehow the SCRC2 had increased not only in numbers but also in speed. By February we were absolutely flying while the first races were still months away. All this led me to the bold announcement: If I dont PR3 or injure myself this year I dont know how Im going to explain it. The speed could be attributed to a couple of former collegiate runners whod joined the ranks. One in particular hereafter, to protect his identity, Ill simply refer to him as Death was intending to lose his marathon virginity with me in Chicago. I had no visions of grandeur; Death was the better runner between the two of us. One other important tidbit, through a former CNA4 employee whos now a member of the SCRC, Death and I would be running on a team that has been contending for the year-long Chicago Challenge Cup, a competition for teams who run in the big three Chicagoland races. More important to Death and me was that in exchange for our efforts toward the team we would get access before and after the race to a secured, fully serviced and heated circus tent.

Cindy5 and I again stayed in Oak Park with friends and perhaps thee greatest marathon hosts, Mary, Kader & Franklin. Saturday afternoon Cindy and I rode the El to the expo, picked-up our packets then rode the El back to Oak Park for a relaxing dinner. Rain came Saturday night including a little thunder and lightning. By Sunday morning the rain had stopped but a blustery northwest wind had taken its place. The temperature was around forty. Mary and Kader chauffeured Cindy and me downtown and dropped us off a short walk away from our tent where Id arranged to meet our CNA contact who gave us the wristbands to gain access to the tent. Death hadnt yet arrived and I was a little concerned I wouldnt be seeing him that day. Sure enough though, like clockwork, Death came swooping in in time to use the kybos, check his bag and walk with me to the Competitive start corral.

Based on prior race results, Death and I had earned a place in the top 1,500 runners which may not seem like an advantage until you consider there were 38,000 runners lined up behind. Death and I had twenty five minutes to kill and try to stay warm before the start. There was plenty of room to move around yet the majority of runners felt compelled to push their way to the front like cattle eager for the slaughter. One runner walked past wearing a Luther College singlet and said, I know you. Youre Death. Apparently this unfortunate soul had faced Death in college. Death later said hed beat this poor soul every time. And to Deaths credit, he couldnt even remember the runners name. Victory: Death.

The guy who used to I dont know if he still does sing the National Anthem at the Cubs games sang. This I know from all of the middle schools summers I spent watching Cubs games on WGN and keeping box score at him. His style is unique in that when he gets to the part: And the home - of the - brave, he doesnt go down but goes up an octave which I now always come to expect.

Without much build-up a horn sounded and we were underway. A couple of Spanish runners came up the side of Death and me jumping around and high-fiving like theyd just escaped from prison. What a waste of energy. I thought to myself: If they only knew Death was so close at hand.

Prior to the start Death and I had made a deal: run our own race, avoid getting sucked in too fast. I was to pace Death through the half. There the proverbial gloves would come off and wed see what each had left. Deaths challenge was to stay with me, to see if he was capable of a foreign concept to him: a slow Death.

Both the crowd of runners and spectators were quite overwhelming those first miles. I found myself getting sucked into tight corners which slowed me down some and made me vigilant about avoiding getting tripped. A couple of lefts followed by a couple of rights, across the Chicago River and we were headed north away from downtown. An occasional gust of wind forced us to tuck in behind other runners or spectators for protection, but I wouldnt say it affected my day. After a couple of miles the excitement of the start wore off and the reality of what lay ahead began to set in. Im guessing those Spaniards from the start werent jumping around anymore.

Past the Lincoln Park Zoo reminded me of visits there in years past. I didnt remember the area being so park-like. The city becomes almost a surreal place when youre running through it. Just past mile five, Death and I took the first of our planned walk breaks to make sure we rehydrated well enough through the early water stops. A little strategery [sic] is to make a mental note of the runners around when I enter the water stop, walk while I drink, then slowly reel them back in. Death and I did this with little effort and continued on our way.

Around six miles Death dropped a bombshell by:
1) announcing he had to stop to use a kybo
2) assuring me, Ill catch you. (In other words, Death will catch you.)

I must say I was a bit surprised. At that point I didnt think it wise to tell Death that before a marathon you make sure your bladders empty6 and during a marathon you only stop to pee if your bladders about to explode and youre incapable of peeing your shorts while you run. All those thoughts translated into a simple, Okay and I continued at my current speed assuming Id seen the last of Death for the day. Shortly thereafter, a spectator yelled, Only twenty more miles to go! I fought the urge to yell back, F#ck you!7

As promised, Death did catch up to me and we turned south again toward the city center aided by a slight tail-to-crosswind. By this point it was pretty clear which runners were going to be around for the long haul. I told Death, This is it for me. Im just hanging on to these people for as long as possible. Death, in his stoic way, acknowledged what I had said but gave no indication of his approval or disapproval.

The course took a quick right then left again and we were on a street lined with gorgeous walk-ups, the corner house blasting some deafening song that brought a smile to my face and memories of a similar house in Brooklyn during the NYC Marathon, practically pulsating with the beat of The Beastie Boys No Sleep Til Brooklyn. A couple of miles later Death and I slowed to eat the first of our PowerGels. A spectator yelled, Welcome to the Windy City! Again I fought the urge to yell back, F#ck you! 7

Youd think among the 40,000 runners and 1.5 million spectators itd be statistically impossible for me to run into someone I knew, yet as we approached the Merchandise Mart there were Ulf and Anthony8 jumping up and down and screaming like it was 1985 and Rob Houghtlin had just kicked the game winning field goal to beat Michigan. Death and I turned south and crossed the Chicago River again passing a corner Starbucks and Indian restaurant Ive visited on more than one occasion. I nudged death and pointed out a couple of runners gates: believe it or not, one like Movics9, the other likes Wells10. Death responded by stopping to use a kybo but assuring me before he did that again, Ill catch you. And again I thought I could shake Death. And again I was wrong. I was beginning to realize that Death possessed within him some undying force.

The course was again packed with spectators as Death and I headed west near the Sears Tower toward the halfway mark. Everything to this point had gone as planned. I still felt like I had plenty left in the tank as we hit the half in 1:27:29. I slapped Death on the back and told him, My job is done. Youre on your own. In return, again, Death gave me that stoic glare.

The thick crowds wed been enjoying quickly vanished past the half and we were left with a stiff headwind. Well, I cant say we because Death had left my side and was about thirty meters ahead looming like a dark cloud over a pack of thirty or so. I had to make a decision. Run solo into a headwind or choose Death. I chose the latter. The surge I made to close the gap wasnt all too taxing, but still I wondered if I was burning some matches Id most certainly need at the end. My decision to join the group was a good one. As I said, there were thirty or more running all about the same speed. We were rolling like a well oiled machine. I was amazed at my luck to hook-up with such a huge group so late in the race and thought to myself, this is my ride to the finish. The group rolled through a couple of miles which wouldve otherwise been pretty desolate. We reached a water stop and I cant ever recall seeing bodies fly all over place like that. From the center of the road each person lunged in a different direction for cups. Then, like an orchestrated dance, everyone returned to swarm in the middle of the road. It was a thing of beauty. And yet, serving as a constant reminder, Death loomed nearby.

Things started to come apart for me in the upper-teen miles. I didnt experience catastrophic failure but it was becoming apparent that I wouldnt be able to maintain my current pace to the finish. Not to worry. That sort of thing happens more times than not. I simply slowed my pace a little and kept things rolling as best I could. That large group of runners Id been lounging in was slowly dissolving. I was one casualty. Death was not. In fact, the last time Id see Death until after the finish he was you guessed it emerging from a kybo, running to catch-up to the group ahead.

Although my legs didnt have the snap they once did, I was still in good shape. More encouraging was the stretch of the course that parallels the Dan Ryan Expressway. Marathons, Im sure, take advertising dollars in about any way they can get them. This means things like PowerBar sponsors the Power Zone (where PowerGels are handed out to runners) or and this one still stumps me New Balance sponsors the Last 5 Miles (probably because they know thats where the majority of runners are going spend the most time). Anyway, the stretch along the Dan Ryan must have been the Midol Cramp Zone because everyone, everyone was standing on the side of the road trying to stretch the cramps out of their legs.

I (because I no longer had Death on my shoulder) crossed the Dan Ryan and went through The University of Chicagos campus. I thought, hey, theres that El tube architecture that was featured in the NY Times a couple of years ago as I ran past. Things were starting to become a little blurry for me and I switched on the reserve tank. I wasnt in panic mode. Ive had worse legs at that point. At mile 20 I did the math for sub three hours and figured Id need roughly a 46 minute 10k. Very realistic. It was at this point too where I stopped trying to keep my heart rate reasonable and threw caution to the wind. Id switched from merely surviving the distance to, strange as this may sound, running.

I lost my sense of direction and concentrated on getting to the next mile marker because it was there, I told myself, where I could walk and recover a bit. Times like these a mile can last a lifetime. But to my surprise the miles kept coming. In fact, it was hard to believe I was already so close to finishing a marathon. Ive run faster marathons, but none where the time has passed so quickly. As I reached each of the next miles I avoided walking and readjusted my goal, setting it for the next mile mark. Through Chinatown and past the cheap, sugary bakery Cindy, Sam Lars and I had visited last Christmas. The crowds were strong again. I saw Ulf and Anthony jumping around and yelling like theyd just won the lottery. Ulf screamed, Well see you at twenty five! If I had the energy to burn I wouldve screamed back equally as loud, My hearing is just fine! Its my legs that are having trouble!

Each mile I reached I did the sub three hour math: 32 minutes, 24 minutes, etc. One other trick Ive learned over the years is to make sure your expectations are in line with how long its realistically going to take to reach the finish. Rather than thinking, God when is this going to be over? Please be over soon. I found its better to tell myself, best case Im going to be out here at least thirty more minutes so adjust accordingly. If nothing else, my minds preoccupation with all of those crazy thoughts distracted me and before I was expecting to be I found myself on Michigan Avenue for the final two mile drag race to the finish. Sub three hours was still on my mind and I knew there was no way it was going to happen with my heart rate pegged the way it was and my legs full of lactic acid. I stopped at the next water stop, walked a bit, ate my last PowerGel and made the final push to the finish. It didnt work. My legs felt like I was running through molasses. A week ago a friend had sent news that during a local cyclocross race he stood on the steepest section of the course and yelled at the riders as they passed through a bullhorn: YOURE HAVING A HEART ATTACK!...WHY DONT YOU JUST QUIT? The week before I thought it was funny. Now I was seriously wondering to myself, am I having a heart attack? Quitting though. That was never a consideration. The other thought that crossed my mind came from a friend whod run 2:30 at the Chicago Marathon practically a lifetime ago11. I emailed him a couple of days before my race asking him to share all of his marathoning wisdom. His only advice was, and I quote, Dont be afraid to jack-up the pace at mile 20. Maybe it was a self-fulfilling prophecy, but as I read that email and when I was actually running those last miles I knew it was, for me, not possible.

A couple of small pace groups blew past. I moved to their wake hoping to get sucked along in their draft. Nothing. Another couple passed. One said to the other, We need to do two seven thirties (to go under three hours). Me too. I mustve been the only one not passing someone. The walls were starting to close-in and my eyesight was becoming a bit blotchy.

At the 1 mile to go I needed to run a seven minute mile to stay under three hours. I thought back to the Drake half marathon and needing to run a final six minute mile to hit my goal. I did it at Drake, but not here. As promised, Ulf and Anthony were there waiting and ran alongside me, Ulf screaming again as loud as possible: COME ON RYAN! DEATH IS JUST UP AHEAD. YOU CAN CATCH HIM! COME ON RYAN! In truth, I doubt there was anything anyone could have calmly said or obnoxiously shouted over and over that could have made me run faster. The one bit that startled me was that out the corner of my eye I could see how easily Ulf and Anthony were running alongside me in their street clothes. It felt like a mirror was being held up alongside me as I ran with a sign above it that read: INDEED. YOU DO LOOK THAT BAD. Ulfs screaming lasted an uncomfortably long time. I knew the final seven minute mile wasnt going to happen which, in all honesty, didnt disappoint me in the least. My thoughts shifted to: I cant believe it. Im going to finish a solid three hour marathon! Pure bliss.

800 meters to go, up and over the Metra tracks. Nothing left in my legs to pick up the pace even for a flashy finish. Believe me. Im not embarrassed to sprint the last two tenths of a marathon no matter how slow I ran the previous 26 miles.

400 meters to go. Nothing.

200 meters to go. I dont know if I did have a tiny burst of energy or if it was the thrill of finishing.

For you junkies who can only understand an effort in terms of numbers:

avg avg

split HR split HR

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mile 1 - 7:05 153 mile 14 - 6:36 167

mile 2 - 6:31 160 mile 15 - 6:40 168

mile 3 - 6:36 165 mile 16 - 6:41 166

mile 4 - 6:34 163 mile 17 - 6:44 168

mile 5 - 6:33 164 mile 18 - 6:50 169

mile 6 - 6:51 162 mile 19 - 6:55 168

mile 7 - 6:39 164 mile 20 - 6:57 170

mile 8 - 6:40 165 mile 21 - 7:05 170

mile 9 - 6:43 164 mile 22 - 7:08 171

mile 10 - 6:40 162 mile 23 - 7:22 170

mile 11 - 6:36 163 mile 24 - 7:56 165

mile 12 - 6:36 163 mile 25 - 7:36 171

mile 13 - 6:38 165 mile 26 - 7:45 169

.2 - 1:40 169

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3:00:47 166

In the finish area I came dangerously close to ending another marathon streak which is to look so malign and unstable that a medical volunteer asks if Im okay. Thankfully someone game through. The sun reflecting off of all those Mylar blankets is always blinding. I moved away as quickly as possible to the side of the finish area that wasnt yet being used. If for no other reason, I highly recommend everyone try to finish a marathon as quickly as possible because theres nobody yet using all of those great finish services. Its like having Disneyland all to yourself.

I started stumbling in the direction of an exit. My legs started hurting in a way unlike while I was running, the kind of hurt that makes you want to cry. I wondered how far back Cindy was. I wondered where Death was. I couldnt possibly have beaten Death, could I? I wasnt permitted to slip through a section of fence nearest the circus tent but was made to walk a half mile farther in the secured finish which meant Id have to backtrack another half mile to the circus tent. At the tent I easily retrieved my checked bag, put on my dry clothes and asked volunteers manning and womanning the computers to look-up Cindys splits. Shed been through the 40k and was set to finish very shortly. Good news. Death appeared out of nowhere, we high-fived and traded finish times. As I expected, Death had the upper hand that day. Even so, as happy as I was about my effort, I was very much looking forward to a blow-by-blow account from Death. Theres nothing like that first time. Again, like he did during the race, Death shut me down opting for his quiet stoicism. I thought, another day Death. You and me.

Cindy finished. We shoveled-in cups of probably some of the best chicken noodle soup I can remember, hobbled to the El and rode it back to Mary and Kaders. The end.

I should probably add that Death and I along with the others on the CNA team were the third fastest team in the marathon for the Chicago Challenge Cup series and earned enough points for CNA to take top prize in the yearlong competition.

And the meaning behind the title/subject of this? That was my reply to Cindy marathon morning when she woke-up and asked me what time it was.

Special thanks to anyone whos ever run or ridden a mile with me and, as always, thanks for reading.

~Ryan


1 The opening lyric from Liz Phairs Stratford on Guy which plays in an endless loop in my mind whenever Im in Chicago.

2 An initialism for the Serious Coin Running Club. Trust me. Its a story longer than you care to hear. Suffice it to say, its the group with which I run 99% of my miles.

3 Personal Record or personal best.

4 I still dont know what that initialism translates to.

5 Yes. She too ran the marathon. I wont speak to how her race went.

6 Unfortunately, this sometimes means you have to discretely pee in a water bottle while you wait at the start

7 I dont mean to sound rude or insincere. But if you havent run a marathon, your mind switches into an almost animalistic state. The slightest annoyances can be unmanageable.

8 Two fellow SCRCs from Des Moines.

9 Mark has self described curb feelers whereby with each stride his heals kick outwardly rather than straight behind

10 Don probably doesnt realize he has a distinctive gate so I wont embarrass him by describing it.

11 [smile]