Hey! How was the marathon?
It was good! Ya, such a fun day. It went by so quickly.
Oh my god, it was soooo cold!
Well, I mean, I guess it was cold, but I warmed up.
So how’d you do?
Oh I guess I did ok. I mean, I figured I’d finish between 4 and a half and 5 hours,
and I came in right around 4:45.
Oh that’s good.
But I was on pace to finish in 4:35 until miles 23 happened. I was really slow at that point.
Oh but 23 miles is far, and you finished, like what, 25?!
26.2
Oh my gosh, are you going to do another one?
Yep.
I got on the train at 5:30am. It was packed like the usual morning rush hour, only ... it was pitch black outside, Sunday, and everyone was bundled up in their most charity worthy outer layers. Race Day.
Through Grant Park, I found my team tent. A group of us who trained together agreed to run the race together: Kate, Texas, John 1, John 2, Zack, Bobby, Alice and I. We wanted to stay together for as many miles as we could. Barbra and Charles would be right behind us. We posed for pictures and lined up, ready to face the 2009 Bank of America Chicago Marathon.
Mile Marker Recap:
Start Line: “Hey look at us, we’re running a marathon!”
Mile 6: That was the fastest hour ever! This was when I ditched my Tyvek jacket and gloves.
Mile 8: Saw our half-marathon training friend Dana who cheered us on.
Mile 9: Boystown Boys are the best
Mile 11: Didn’t see Elaine, Lena, or Patrick. Didn’t see Ariana or Emily from work, either. Did see Kate from Kannon!
Mile 13.1: Halfway already! Almost to my brother’s hood.
Mile 14: Ryan and Wendy!!
Mile 16: Patrick, Ryan and Wendy!!!
Mile 20: Hey this is going well!
Mile 21: Farthest I’ve ever run!
i'd just like to point out how many people are BEHIND me.
Mile 22: Uh-oh. What the heck. This is when the group started spreading out. I went to the back. John and Alice to the front. I was now no longer with the group. I decided it was ok, I was still moving along and could see everyone not too far in front of me, thinking, if I just keep pace, I’ll stay this distance from them the rest of the way. Hmm, so why are they getting farther?
definitely debated on whether or not to let anyone see this photo.
obviously because i didn't want you all to know how easy i make it look.
Mile 23: What the f***. Legs turned all JELLO. Didn’t I already pass 23 anyway? A little light headed. Hungry. I have never been hungry on a run before. So weird. Need banana. NEED BANANA NOW. Where am I? Didn’t I already pass 23? Goddammit why are people ringing bells? I hate bells.
Mile 24: Why is that banana not working better? Move, move. Hmm, if I just walk the rest of the way, I can still finish under 5 hours. No, if I walk the rest of the way, I will be so PISSED at myself for not pushing. Push! Push, damnit. You can do this.
Mile 25: A lady from the side said, “You go, Devon.” Lots of people had cheered my name, but this time helped more than any other.
Mile 25.1: One mile to go! I put my “marathon finish line mix” on my iPod, Push It and Eye of the Tiger. I was feeling better!
Mile 26.0: Running uphill. Why is there a hill, here of all places? Who cares, I am RUNNING past people who hate this hill. Me, I love this hill. Running is fun. But where was this energy 3 miles ago? I don’t get it. Here comes the turn I saw in the Spirit of the Marathon documentary!
Mile 26.1: Running downhill!!
Mile 26.2: What, done, already?
Mile 26.5: Beer? Free? Goose Island? Don’t mind if I do.
Mile 27: Photos, photos, photos.
it may just look like foil, but it really does keep in the warmth.
yes, i kept it with me all day. i loved it.
Mile 27+: Damnit, damnit, damnit, I totally could have finished 10 minutes sooner, I obviously feel fine now. Why couldn’t I move faster? I totally could have moved faster. Ugh. Why, why, why? My mental preparation was all wrong. I could have prepared better with a different mental strategy. This is so annoying. Let’s do this again.
And after the marathon?
Runners: Nikolai, Christine, Amy and I
Supporters: Patrick, Elaine, Adam, Damen, and Tim
Post-marathon, we all headed directly from the race to Wicker Park for some food and drinks, those of us with finisher medals wielding our bragging rights proudly.
We took over the lower level of the bar and shared race stories, appetizers, dessert, and toasts.
Eventually Amy and Tim left.
We all had another drink.
Then Elaine, Adam and Damen left.
And there were just four of us (larkins and bonkos).
We had another drink.
We were about to wrap it up and call it a night.
When Christine cranked it up a notch and turned to vodka. Goodbye Miller Lite.
So the girls had vodka drinks. The boys, I think carbombs?
Suddenly it was almost 10pm.
Starving, we headed to Angels & Mariachis for tacos.
And it just happened to be sombrero night. A 20% discount for wearing your sombrero.
I mean, could the day get any better?
So onto my head went my post-race-foil-wrap! Hola, mi sombrero!
que? no est normal?
The bartender gave me a 20% discount to take it off.
Fine, 20% off dinner and margarita time!
Stuffed, we finally said goodnight and headed home.
Where Patrick fell asleep on the couch, and I watched an episode of Dexter AND Gossip Girl.
I thought about the race. And those ten minutes I somehow lost, but also about the accomplishment we all achieved.
Then went to bed.
It was a good day.
-- 1:20am.