Whenever I
asked the question, I always got the same answer: Chicago.
At my four
previous World Marathon Majors: New York City, Boston, Berlin, and London, I
met many runners who were repeat offenders, or people who kept running
marathons. Some stopped at 10 marathons,
others wanted to run all 50 states, and I even met runners reaching for 100 marathons. Then at the Berlin Marathon there was Henry,
who had run 751 marathons (but who’s counting?). And all of these runners, when I asked them which
one was the favorite, every single person quietly answered, “Chicago”. And then they smiled, and had a faraway look
in their eyes.
I could not
wait for this Holy Grail of marathons!
But to be honest, I was a bit uneasy.
What was it about Chicago that was so great? One day would I be one of those marathoners
who would speak about Chicago in such hushed tones?
The first
way to judge a marathon was by its expo, held at least one day before where the
runners pick up their racing gear (number and chip) and buy running related merchandise,
and hope to see some running stars. My
uber running friend Sue (who would qualify for Boston again for the third time
a few days later) and I loved this expo so much we went both Friday and
Saturday to shop, and get our picture taken with two people who were in the
movie “Spirit of the Marathon”, about the 2005 Chicago Marathon: Deena
Kastor (who holds the American women’s record in the marathon and is one of
only 2 women to medal in the marathon at the Olympics) and Jerry, a regular guy
running the Chicago Marathon in 2005 with his daughter. Deena was happy to talk with me about our
shared birthday (February 14th, a double celebration every year) and
wished us good luck at the marathon. 
Jerry was a good sport about getting a picture taken with me, after I told him I loved seeing him in “Spirit of the Marathon”.
Jerry was a good sport about getting a picture taken with me, after I told him I loved seeing him in “Spirit of the Marathon”.
A cool thing
about running one of the 5 Majors is that they are all in big cities where
there is lots to do and see. Chicago
didn’t disappoint. Sue and I visited the
Field Museum for several hours, enjoying every minute of this natural history
museum’s amazing collections. Sue, of
course, posed with her namesake, “Sue” the Tyrannosaurus Rex.
We also
enjoyed dinners with friends, both from our running camp and other friends from Brevard County
and also with a friend from as far back as early 1963, Michele, with her husband Joel. Michele was my next door neighbor in New Jersey, best friend from age 4 years old, with whom I shared many adventures and conversations, especially with paper cups attached by string from my house to her house.
and also with a friend from as far back as early 1963, Michele, with her husband Joel. Michele was my next door neighbor in New Jersey, best friend from age 4 years old, with whom I shared many adventures and conversations, especially with paper cups attached by string from my house to her house.
That night
after dinner I said goodbye to my friends went back to my hotel room and begin
my pre marathon rituals, which include setting out all my clothes the night
before on the bed, both for running and the outer clothing I would wear at the
start.
The morning
of the marathon brought almost perfect weather to run 26.2 miles, beginning with
41 degree temperatures. Sue and I left
the hotel and walked over to our corrals.
Who do we run into, among the other 40,000 runners, but Ilse, Leslie, and Cindy G. from our running camp. And that’s when the magic of Chicago started.
The other 4
world marathon majors involved lengthy bus rides to the start, and then time
spent hanging outside in the cold weather for up to 4 hours before the
start. Not Chicago. We left our hotel at 6:35, and by 7:30 AM we
were running. And I mean running fast,
from the second our feet hit the start mat (while Bruce Springsteen’s anthem “Born
to Run” blared out of the loudspeakers).
The running field was never crowded.
Not once did I have to slow my pace because I was surrounded by slower
runners. The Chicago organizers had not
only 2 start waves but corrals for the runners depending upon previous running
times.
Right from
the start, as I was running fast, and keeping up my average of 9 minute 15 second per mile pace, I thought,
maybe I can do it. “It” meaning another
Boston qualifying time. I had done it
once before, almost two years ago to this day.
A BQ eluded me at the other 4 world majors, which were absolutely fantastic
experiences, memories I will always cherish, but with difficult courses (Boston
and New York) and crowded fields with way too many touring options the two days
before the marathon (how could I not try to see as much as I could in the
foreign cities of Berlin and London, both so friendly to me, the American
tourist) and of course with the 4 hour marathon before the marathon. But Chicago… a pancake flat course with
cheering spectators every step of the way, making all of us feel like, well,
what came to mind was Matthew Broderick as Ferris Bueller singing “Danke Schoen” and "Twist and Shout" in that parade scene
in “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off”…
With the
flat course, time clocks and water and Gatorade stops almost every mile, manned by
wonderfully cheery volunteers and all
those spectators screaming for us, holding signs that made me laugh such as “Chuck
Norris never ran a marathon”, and the sign
that brought tears to my eyes - “One day
you will not be able to run a marathon.
Today is not that day” - I had no choice
but to keep running…
We ran
through 29 diverse neighborhoods. My
favorite was Chinatown. As we approached
this neighborhood, first we were greeted by dozens of Japanese flags, then
Japanese families cheering for us next to about 20 drums being played by men
dressed in traditional Japanese attire.
That was our introduction to the streets of Chinatown, where hundreds of
people stood outside Chinese restaurants and shops, people of all ethnicities,
yelling and cheering for us marathoners.
Only in America, I thought, could so many people all come so peacefully,
so happily, for such an event.
On my way to
the finish line, I saw some other signs.
At mile 3.2, I saw some people with a University of Dayton sign. “I’m a Flyer!” I yelled out, as they waved to
me. Around mile 10, I saw a New Jersey
Runners sign. “Jersey Girl!” I called to
them, and they yelled back something in Jersey-ese. Somewhere in the high teens, I saw a sign
that said “University of Florida”. “Gators!”
was all I could say at that point, which was meet with the Gator chomp sign by
the UF fans. And later, somewhere in the
20 mile range, I saw signs that said “Go Mom!”
and “Keep running, Cindy!” I
couldn’t get any words out at that time but pretended those signs were for me
and smiled.
Others
finished before me. The male champion,
Ethiopian Tsegaye Kebede, set a course record of 2:04:38.
Another Ethiopian, Atsede Baysa, won the woman’s race by one second, the closest women’s Chicago Marathon finish in 2:22:03.
How incredibly cool for amateur runners like me to be running the same race on the same day as these speedy professionals.
A record number of finishers, 37,455 runners, crossed the finish line in Chicago's Grant Park on October 7, 2012. I was one of them. But there was no way I could have run such a great race, no way I could have even finished, without the help of my team of experts. Coach Doug Butler's advice and running camp program once again made running so much fun for me and got me to run stronger and even faster than I needed to go. When faced with typical runner's injuries such as plantar fasciitis (mid July) and a sprained ankle (mid September), and a not so typical runner's injury (a broken wrist in mid August - a waiter in Rhode Island, after hearing I broke my wrist while running, asked me, "Do you run on your hands?"), Doctors Larry Bishop, Bruce Thomas, Mike Shapiro, Kurt Hensel, and Briant Moyles, and Physical Therapist Jeremy Stewart, not only fixed what was broken but made me feel better and healthier than I have ever felt.
A friend asked me when I knew I had a chance at qualifying for Boston again. Was it in the last mile? Halfway through the race? With the help of these seven men on my running team, I knew I had a shot at Boston from the first step I took on the start mat.
Another Ethiopian, Atsede Baysa, won the woman’s race by one second, the closest women’s Chicago Marathon finish in 2:22:03.
How incredibly cool for amateur runners like me to be running the same race on the same day as these speedy professionals.
A record number of finishers, 37,455 runners, crossed the finish line in Chicago's Grant Park on October 7, 2012. I was one of them. But there was no way I could have run such a great race, no way I could have even finished, without the help of my team of experts. Coach Doug Butler's advice and running camp program once again made running so much fun for me and got me to run stronger and even faster than I needed to go. When faced with typical runner's injuries such as plantar fasciitis (mid July) and a sprained ankle (mid September), and a not so typical runner's injury (a broken wrist in mid August - a waiter in Rhode Island, after hearing I broke my wrist while running, asked me, "Do you run on your hands?"), Doctors Larry Bishop, Bruce Thomas, Mike Shapiro, Kurt Hensel, and Briant Moyles, and Physical Therapist Jeremy Stewart, not only fixed what was broken but made me feel better and healthier than I have ever felt.
A friend asked me when I knew I had a chance at qualifying for Boston again. Was it in the last mile? Halfway through the race? With the help of these seven men on my running team, I knew I had a shot at Boston from the first step I took on the start mat.
By the time
the finish line was in my view, I believed another Boston was in sight for me. I was just over 4 hours and 1 minute and all
I needed to BQ for the Boston Marathon in 2014 (I was already signed up for
Hogeye Marathon in April of 2013) was 4 hours, 10 minutes. Still, anything could happen, and I just kept
running, focused on the finish. As I
crossed the finish line at 4:01:43, I knew I had it. But even more, I knew I ran a marathon that
was a runner’s dream, the flat and fast Chicago Marathon, with spectators who
made each runner feel like a rock star and wouldn’t let you quit. And someday, if I am ever asked which of
my marathons was my favorite to run, I too
would answer, in a quiet voice, with a faraway look in my eyes, “Chicago.”
