An early start as usual. Got up and tried not to wake Sarah, who inevitably woke up anyway. I went down to the lobby and grabbed a few items for breakfast, checking out my competition at the same time.
After getting everything together, safety pinning, eating, and all of those other pre-race musts, we went out to the street. It wasn’t too cold, but enough that I was glad to have some extra layers before the start. The hotel was wonderfully close to the starting line, but we had to walk a few blocks south to get to the meeting spot for the rest of the group. We managed to assemble a handful of the club and snapped a quick photo or two before we all got too nervous and headed for the starting lines. I gave Sarah my pants and she wished me luck.
The corrals were a pain to get into, with a bottle neck at the entry and people demanding to see our bibs. I flashed the volunteers and made my way towards Corral B. I had to climb over a few bushes, and wade through a few crowds, but eventually made it into the corral and actually found the
The gun went off and we started moving really quickly. I don’t recall having to weave at all, and was running at a decent pace almost immediately. So glad I turned out a decent time at
I tried to find Sarah, but couldn’t. I also still had on my long sleeve t-shirt. I debated dumping it, but I was a little chilly and thought I’d keep it till I warmed up or until I saw Sarah. The first mile took us under a bridge and through a canyon of buildings. I hit my first mile on pace, somewhere around
After another mile, I was ready to ditch my long shirt. I thought I could just toss it to the side of the road, but I knew that if I did, I’d see Sarah a few minutes later. There were so many fans in some places, I couldn’t scan them all, but held out hope that I’d see her and be able to throw her my moth eaten, sweaty, faded shirt. I took it off and wrapped it around my hand.
The road split and I wasn’t sure if one side was better than the other. I picked a lane and stuck with it. Then I panicked and (without any rational basis) figured that Sarah would be on the other side. Next chance I got, I drifted over and ran on the opposite side of the road. Around this same time, I decided to check on the pace group. Not behind me. Not in front of me. Hmmm.
Then, decisions started to get made for me. My arm seized up and I decided I had to lose the shirt. I waited for the next water stop and tossed it between some volunteers. Maybe they’ll collect it for charity, or maybe some homeless person will find it and decide he wasn’t that cold after all. Six miles in and I was feeling really good. I knew that I’d move better now that I’d los the shirt and I was still cranking out miles in the
The miles kind of blended together, mostly tall buildings and fans cheering people on. The water stations were good but long. I only had trouble once, when at 7, I failed to realize I was about to hit it and took my first GU without water. Oops. By then, the lanes had merged and I noticed a pace group about 100 meters ahead of me. I couldn’t read the signs but figured they had to be either the
One mile later, I was relieved to discover they were in fact, the
But I didn’t stop. I put some distance on them and a few miles later, was ahead of the whole group. We were nearing the halfway mark and I’d be finding out soon enough if I was running too hard. Just as I was crossing the bridge I thought I heard my name. Too soon for hallucinations, so I looked back and spotted the group. Or so I thought. I glanced back again and recognized Joe’s maroon club shirt and Andy and
A small incline met us just after the half (I hit in
When the race turned back towards downtown, we met a wonderful view, the Sears (yeah, that’s right, Sears) Tower in the distance. I gazed at that a while and floated back towards the city. Some of the best neighborhoods were in the later miles. Running through
20 miles came and I looked at my watch for a change.
I was feeling a little bit sick of Gatorade, so I opted for extra water at one point and was back on track.
One mile to go and I was still strong as I’d been all day. I thought, “I’d better not sprint the end. I feel so good now, that if in the next race I’m hurting, I might regret shaving a few seconds here, when I already have a PR.” Okay, so I was strong physically but mentally not so much. But then, up ahead! Disaster! There was a man in a banana suit! I must not lose to any sort of costume-clad runner!
Pushing the pace to ridiculous levels (I think I probably was about 2 seconds faster a mile) I caught and passed that plantain plodder, that fruity footracer, that...guy. Even though he had the crowd support (Go Bananaman? Really, that’s the best you can come up with?) I pushed on, leaving him in my GU powered dust.
Just before the park, I engaged in a little bit of cheerleading with another runner who was hoping to inspire his mates. The two of us took off as we ascended the hill before the finish. What a cruel incline that was. But, it let me coast towards the end, sprinting like a madman.
I crossed the line in
After loading my mylar blanket with bagels and fruit, I wandered off to find the rest of the group and Sarah. Eventually we all made it to the reunion area, ready to recap our day, including 5 other PRs, a great marathon debut, and a great experience.