Here is your intrepid Chicago reporter with a first hand account from the Chicago Marathon. Got up early on my own before the alarm disturbed Laura. Forgot to lay out my stuff the night before so rushed through breakfast, taped my right foot, loaded my running belt with cash, bus card and gels, pulled on the compression sleeves, grabbed ipod, paper towel, and strolled to the corner to...
join the race in progress at mile 8.5 with the folks running 3:50-4:00 pace. low forties, overcast, some wind, smaller crowds than usual, runners not too bunched. Goal was 10-11.5 to prep for a half marathon in two weeks. Kept the pace for most of the time but my knee started hurting after about 3 miles. It had been hurting off and on but I took it very easy the past week but to save myself for this morning and because like Max I had a bad cold mid-week. Things got worse and worse and at mile 18.5 I had a rare moment of clarity. I could walk but not really run at this point without a serious limp. Anything more would send me in a direction away from the el and anything more would be a real bad idea for my knee. Four blocks later I was on the el and 25 minutes I was home.
Its such a friendly crowd and familiar course that I had a great time, but depressed about starting back at the beginning of training if knee turns out to be serious. For now a couple of days off, and then strictly on the bike, elliptical and running in the pool until I can make a decision on the half on the 21st and the 15K on November 4th.
The only thing that bothered me was the presumed sense of originality of sign makers which turned up with depressing regularity multiple times along the course. These included:
Chuck Norris never ran a marathon.
Go Total Stranger!
Worst Parade Ever!
various bible quotes
Run Bitches! (sometimes spelled with a z).
Any repeat offenders you guys have noticed?