This weekend was sooo my weekend.
First, my Michigan State Spartans beat U of M. For the third straight time. This is may also be known as “putting them in their place” or “basing your team on a kid who can’t tie his shoes is a terrible idea/he will never win the Heisman”.
This glorious, 34-17 win gave me a clear conscience to run the 2010 Chicago Marathon and run it, I did.
A record setting 38,131 runners competed in the marathon and 26.2 miles later, I was one of the 36,159 that finished. Even today, I cannot believe that I ran that far and it’s all over. It’s almost surreal.
Some highlights:
- Nearly every inch of the entire course was lined with spectators. I now know what 1.2 million people look like.
- Every single one of those spectators were cheering, screaming, sign-holding and smiling. I now know what being a rock star must feel like.
- My friends Mike and Lindsay were at miles 6 and 9, Ryan and my Mom were at mile 12, my co-workers were at mile 23, my college roommates saw me cross the finish. I had people there for me at crucial miles and it made all the difference in the world getting me across that finish line.
- Every Port-a-Jon I used was relatively clean. Score.
- I was served a Dixie Cup of beer at Mile 24. I dedicated that entire mile to those fine folks.
Here is the method to my madness during the race: I focused on each individual mile. Some people told me to break it into sections, some people told me to not look at the mile markers. But the second my feet hit the start pad, I knew it was going to be a mile by mile race for me. “Working on 2, working on 2”, “working on 8”, “working on 18”, all the way to “working on 26”. This really kept me focused on a manageable task (I can run a single mile) and fully present to what I was trying to accomplish. It worked for me because before I knew it, I was working on 26.
Speaking of Mile 26, this is the only portion of the race with a hill. The Chicago Marathon is famous for being “fast and flat” but right before you hit 26, there is a decently steep hill. And I didn’t even mind. For me, it hammered home that yes, this is a huge deal, yes, even though you’re almost done, you have fought for every step of this run in 80 degree heat. And yes, once you’re at the top of that hill, .2 miles has never looked so sweet.
When those .2 miles were done, I cried. Oh boy, did I cry. I was a marathoner. I ran 26.2 miles. Every time I didn’t go out, every beer I didn’t drink, every mile I put in when I just wanted to stay in bed all led to the exact moment I crossed the finish line. Holy cow.
And then I got to meet up with my cheering section:
And then I got to go home to my cat. And even though I had to share my bagel with her, I didn’t mind one bit.
Congratulations to all of the 2010 Chicago Marathon runners! It was long and it was hot but we did it!
