The race thankfully started at 8:00am, which in Miami would have been dreadful, but in Chicago, with the cooler temperatures, was nice. My Miami friend, who was going to be running the half with me, kindly woke up early and went to the race with me. I told her my goal was to finish in 25 minutes. I had come close to that time in training runs so I was confident that if everything lined up and my body and mind cooperated, I would be able to set a PR on this run.
The race started and, because I was toward the back of the group, I tried to maneuver myself away from the big crowd. I spotted a guy in a blue shirt who looked like he was running at a pace that would help me get my PR and focused on simply keeping him within sight. The first mile flew by as I wove in and around people. The second mile hurt and the third mile hurt even more. Never once did my brain act up and I was so thankful that all that hurt was the burning in my legs. When I finished I couldn't even believe my unofficial time of 24:43 (official time 24:40) because that's a time and pace I never thought possible. All my hard work and dedication are paying off in ways that I can see.
- Expo was great and packet pickup was easy.
- Later start time meant I could go through my normal morning routine.
- I walked to and from the race.
- Ran through a part of the lakefront I hadn't run through before.
- The medal is gorgeous.
- Meeting Shalane Flanagan.
- PR! PR! PR! PR!
- Boston feels like it could be a reality.
- Sufficient water on course.
- I wish there would have been more of the race on the lakefront trail.
- Getting a PR means that I don't even remember what I didn't like!