After many months of training, freaking out and sleepless nights, I did it. Let’s start from the beginning, shall we?
Gear all laid out the night before. The 5:30 time was my anticpated finishing time with a pace group.
My number! They went from 1-44,000
My sister in law, Candy, was kind enough to borrow a bib from a friend who dropped out so she could show me the ropes. It was a balmy 33 degrees when we left the house.
Check out the dragon.
My crew made me some awesome signs. They met me several times during the race and helped me tremendously.
This is early in the race. I was ditching my gloves and feeling pretty good.
Someone ditched these sweet Bears gloves on the side of the road and Collin couldn’t pass them up. It was cold!
First shot of me post-race. Wearing 4 layers of clothes and a mylar wrap and still freezing.
I’m totally Michael Phelps here.
Flowers from Collin and the Chicago skyline.
With two of my biggest fans.
The pictures don’t really tell the whole story of my marathon experience. I felt great and was running at 5 hour pace until mile 16 or so. At that point, I had to pull over to the side to puke (sorry for the detail) and then hit a brick wall. I started to walk/run for awhile and then when I met up with my family again at mile 20.5 I was done for… My kidneys/back were screaming with pain and I just couldn’t run anymore. Collin’s mom offered to walk awhile with me (just a breazy 6 miles) and off we went. I stopped off to try to pee hoping that the back pain would go away but instead I ended up throwing up again. I met up with Nick and Collin again pretty close to the finish line. They were super supportive and helped me get almost all the way there before I had to throw up again. I picked myself up and ended up jogging (slowly) across the finish line.
I’ve never had any problems like this with running before. I’m pretty sure I was dehydrated and that’s why my kidneys hurt but I couldn’t keep water down so it was a lose-lose situation.
I go back and forth between being proud of myself and being disappointed in myself. I can’t help but think I could have done better or pushed myself farther. My training could have been better for sure. I know not that many people can say they finished a marathon but I feel I could have and should have done better.