2011 Chicago Marathon Recap, Part 2

So, I left off at the start line. Things were going well so far this time. Oh, I forgot to mention that I went ahead and taped “DAN” on my Team World Vision jersey to assist spectators in cheering me on by name.

I brought my headphones up through my shirt and then tucked them under my bib so they’d be accessible when I needed them later. I soaked in the National Anthem, and the race was started.

As Vic and I waited for the 15,000 or so people ahead of us to get moving I sang along to Springsteen’s Born to Run blasting over the PA system (Well, at the “Tramps like us, Baby we were born to ruuuun” part, anyway).  I was psyched and ready to run!

We started to move from a slow walk to a jog as Van Halen’s Right Now began to play. Forgot about that song, I thought, Need to add that to the playlist. Then the line, “One step ahead, one step behind…Now you gotta run to get even” sort of stressed me out. Nevermind.

Within 8 or 9 minutes, we reached the start line and started to run. I set my watch to only display my time and dutifully pressed “Start” as I crossed the line. (I’ve added a photo of the great Nike Pace Team mile split times tattoo. This is what I relied on to track my progress toward my 4 hour goal.)

Last year, I remember crossing the start line and feeling like I was setting out too fast. This year, it was just the opposite. The sheer number of people around me made it pretty impossible to go too fast; in fact, I think the first couple miles went a little slower than my target.

My strategy was to stay ahead of the mile times listed on my tattoo. I wanted to average a 9 minute mile for the first half and then be able to slow it back to a 9:11 or so on the back half.

I remember within the first couple miles, maybe been the first mile, when the course took us under a building downtown, how muggy it felt in that enclosed space. I remember being surprised within the first few miles that my back was already wet with sweat.

I read somewhere a few days before the race that you should hydrate every 15 minutes and add carbs every 45, so I just grabbed a water at every aid station and ate a Gu packet every 5 miles.

Vic and I were slightly off of the 9 minute pace after the first couple miles, so we picked up the pace a little bit as the crowd thinned enough to accommodate a little more moving around. I was having fun, but this was work, and I could feel it.

For the first 6 miles or so, it was so fun having people say , “Go Dan” as I ran by. It was really encouraging. I said “Thank you” to these people because I truly appreciated the support, I was feeling good, and I had the energy. Vic thought I was famous. The running was going well. The Team World Vision Cheer Zone (or whatever they called it) at the Moody Bible Institute campus was awesome. I have to say it felt great to be a part of such a big, well-recognized team.

Then there’s the Moody Church near LaSalle and North. I love that they send their congregation out onto the street to cheer runners on. So cool.The run to the North side was going well. It felt good to speed up a little.

Somewhere around the 6th mile, we passed my friend Tim. I asked how he was doing and he seemed to be feeling good. I sort of felt bad seeing him running on his own while Vic and I ran past him, but I figured he was running a pace with which he was comfortable and I had my eyes set on that 4 hour finish.

After running north to Addison, the course turns west and then south onto Broadway. I noticed at an aid station around here that I was starting to have to work harder to catch back up with Vic after grabbing water. I reminded him that I didn’t want to slow him down and that he should feel free to run ahead if he had it.

After one of the aid stations on the north side, I spilled water on the front of my shirt. I didn’t realize it, but people were no longer saying “Go Dan!”  As I was making my way south down Broadway, I looked down at my shirt; now it just said “A.”

We made the eastbound turn onto North Avenue (Pretty sure this is where we saw Elvis on a stage singing a gospel song) and then south again onto Wells. After this turn was an aid station, and this (somewhere between 10 and 11 miles) was when my legs started to feel tired (already).  Vic started to get further and further ahead of me, and I didn’t have a burst of speed to catch back up with him after this aid station. This was where it started to get difficult.

While I’d told myself that I’d have to wait until the halfway point before listening to my running playlist, I decided I needed the extra, mental assistance at Mile 11. I untangled my earbuds from my race bib and discovered that one of them somehow tore apart (wires exposed and such). I’d be limited to one earbud, but I turned on the tunes, nonetheless.

I knew my family & friends crew was a couple miles ahead, and I pushed ahead in an attempt to reach them and the  halfway point in under 2 hours.

 

 

Between recap posts…

My Marathon Recap

So, two weeks ago, I ran my second marathon. Tomorrow, I plan to lace my running shoes on to start running again; I really wanted to get this post done before I ended my post-marathon hiatus from running, and in true procrastinator form, I ended up waiting until now to get this done.

Which isn’t a bad thing. My perspective on the race and on running, in general has swayed from various extremes in the days following this year’s Chicago Marathon. Having a couple weeks to sort through the desire to give up running for good to seriously considering a November marathon and then settling somewhere back in the middle before making my thoughts public has probably been a good thing.

And so, I’m thinking this post will take on two parts: 1 – Recap- I’ll just run you through the experience of my second marathon. (We’ll probably have to walk a little in the later miles.) 2 – Reflect — I’ll share what I consider to be my key life lesson(s) learned from this experience.

And so, the recap, including some of the highlights leading up to the race:

The expo. I love the pre-race expo at McCormick Place. I love the hype. I love the anticipation. I love the free samples 🙂 From last year’s experience, my boys love going to the expo, too. And so, we went down early Friday afternoon, picked up my bib, goodie bag, and shirt and made a few loops through the expo hall.

A couple expo highlights: 1) I signed up for a pace team (mostly so I could get the mile split-times tattoo); I didn’t do this last year and I knew this tattoo would be much more reliable than my gps watch had been in my first marathon.

2) I saw Ultramarathon Man, Dean Karnazes. He was making an appearance at the Volkswagen booth. People were lining up for a chance to meet him. I just stole a pic with my phone. (His documentary where he runs 50 marathons in 50 consecutive days in each of the 50 states is worth watching!)

3) The coolest part of the expo was when Gabe insisted that we wait in line at the Hall Steps Foundation booth so he could ask Ryan Hall to sign his cast. (I ran with this foundation for my first marathon last year and through it came to really admire the faith of Ryan and his wife, Sara, also a world-class runner). So we waited in line and, sure enough, Gabe got his cast autographed by Ryan.

I think I could have hung out at the expo all afternoon, just soaking in the pre-marathon excitement (and free samples), but the boys were ready to hit the road, so we made our way back to the car. On our way out, Gabe said,” Bye, expo. See you next year!” And like that, a tradition has been established.

Race day. I set my alarm for 4am. In the weeks leading up to the race, I had a recurring nightmare where I overslept on race morning and arrived at the start line too late. This wasn’t actually a problem in real life. As is common, I would figure, for most marathoners, the night before the big day does not provide for very restful sleep. I woke up ready to go at midnight but was able to sneak in a few more hours of anxious sleep until I woke up at 3:45 and decided to get moving.

The Green Line started at 5:30, so my friend, Vic, who was running his first marathon, met me at my house at 5:15 and we walked to catch the first train downtown. I wore a track jacket, but it was probably already 60 degrees outside, so I think I stuffed it into my backpack pretty early on.

I wasn’t nervous this year as I had been last year; this year was a lot more about feeling excited. I had trained faithfully through the summer, only missing two runs, and I knew what to expect with the course. Mentally, my strategy was to just take it all in, to enjoy the experience. Instead of focusing on how far I was from the finish line throughout the course, my mantra would be “This moment is a gift.” I even planned to run at least the first half without listening to my music, opting to listen to the cheering crowds and enjoying the mismatched patches of music that would be playing as I ran through various neighborhoods.

I wrote “Order my steps” on my (4th) pair of Asics 2150’s, along with “Psalm 37:23-24” which says,

²³ The LORD makes firm the steps
of the one who delights in him;
²⁴ though he may stumble, he will not fall,
for the LORD upholds him with his hand.

Leading up to and through this marathon, my family and I are in the midst of a season of transition. My biggest fear in this transition, which is mostly related to taking steps toward change in my career, is that I’d be taking steps out of fear or out of my own rashness rather than out of God’s wisdom and desire for our lives. And so, when I wrote “Order my steps” on my shoes, it was really to reflect my prayer for this season of our lives.

But I digress.

As Vic and I walked from the Roosevelt Green Line stop, we ran into my friend and mentor, Tim on our walk toward Charity Village and the Team World Vision tent. The three of us walked up that notorious hill at Roosevelt and Michigan Ave, past the “26 Mile” marker, past the marathon course’s last turn onto Columbus, and over into Charity Village. I hoped that the next time I went up that hill, I’d be chasing down a 4 hour finish, spent, but proud of my accomplishment and thrilled with the achievement of a goal for which I’ve striven over these past two years. But for now, we had the pre-race pep rally with Team World Vision.

There were somewhere around 1000 Team World Vision runners for this year’s Chicago Marathon. (It’s the LARGEST charity team in the race…Even got featured this year in all of the official marathon publicity.) I was so glad when I got to see Linda, one of the only other Team World Vision runners that I knew before the race. Linda volunteers at Circle as a tutor. She drives in to the west side from Naperville twice a week to help our high school kids out with math. She is such a great person.  So it really made my morning to get to see her before the start.

We had a team prayer in the tent and then went out onto a field for a team photo. And from there, we headed to the Start.

Vic is a fast runner. In fact, he qualified for a special corral for fast runners for this race. But he was feeling a little congested leading up to race day and decided to just head to the open corral with me. I welcomed the opportunity to get to run with Vic. We’d run a handful of long training runs together and he really pulled me along with his faster pace, and I welcomed the thought of this added pull and camaraderie on race day.

So we got into the open corral, found a nice spot to sit in front of the 4 hour pace group, and awaited the 7:30 start. (I took this picture while I was sitting there but decided to not take any more in order to conserve my phone’s battery.)

And that’s where I’ll have to leave off for this first post.

MBA

So, I’m planning to begin pursuit of my MBA in a couple months.

I am challenged to use this pursuit to not only better provide for my family, but to use it for the purposes of God’s kingdom.

I heard this story on Moody radio this morning and was encouraged.

Let’s Run Together

Bank of America’s theme for this year’s marathon is Let’s Run Together.

Normally, I’m pretty cynical about taglines like this, but as I’ve been thinking about life lessons I’ve learned from this year’s marathon training, I think Bank of America has it spot-on.

As someone who gets almost all of my training runs in alone, this three word phrase captures some of the main highlights of my marathon training experience.

Early this summer, instead of running a weekend run alone, I joined a group of guys at the Austin Run/Walk club for a couple laps around Columbus Park. It struck me how much easier running felt when I was running as part of a group. The camaraderie really made those laps feel more enjoyable. By running together with these guys, my running was easier for that day.

Later in the summer, as the runs were getting longer (15, 18, 20 miles), I met up with a friend, Vic, who will be running his first marathon on Sunday (and who is, quite a bit faster than me). While I enjoyed the conversation and the company on these runs, Vic’s quickness pulled me to run at a pace I otherwise would not have achieved running on my own. By running together with Vic, I built a friendship and boosted my confidence.

And then there’s “Team 700”– A group made up of Tim, a mentor of mine, another guy named Dan and myself, all working together to raise money for World Vision’s clean water projects in Africa in the process of our marathon training. This will be Tim’s 7th marathon, and he thought it would be a worthwhile goal to try to raise $7000 by getting 700 people to donate $10 each. He invited us two Dans to join him in this process. And, by God’s grace, we did it! (If you’d like to give, please go to our Team 700 page!) By running this fundraising initiative together, we got to play a part in making practical, radical life change possible for our neighbors on the other side of the world.

I remember being struck by a site in Oak Park early one morning this summer. There had been a string of storms a day or two before this particular run, and these storms must have knocked power out, just to one side of this street. As I ran up the middle of this road, I noticed a (really long) extension cord, going from inside a house on one side of the street, into the house directly across the street. One neighbor who had power was sharing their electricity with a neighbor whose power was out. I ran a half block, and then I saw another cross-street extension cord…and another…and another. By the time I reached the end of this street, I must have seen more than ten houses with extension cords running across the street into their neighbors’ houses. I was blown away by the generosity so obvious among these neighbors…These neighbors were “running” together.

And so, as I lace up and await my opportunity to cross the starting line on Sunday with 40,000 of my peers, I know that for most of us out there, we’ll be running alongside each other, but we won’t be competing against one another. We will be running together. And I’m looking forward to it!

Marathon Training Summary, 2011

Tonight, I finished my training for the 2011 Chicago Marathon. Overall, I have to say that this, my second year’s training has gone pretty well. In all, since the beginning of 2011, I’ve put in 714 miles. I am super thankful to have been blessed with health through this past 16 weeks of training.

While I set out to incorporate cross-training and strength training into my weekly routine, I think I rode my bike once…did a little better with the strength training but fell off in the heat of summer busyness. But still, I’m pleased with how my training went. Out of 35 training runs (3 per week), I only missed 2. This was a huge improvement for me over last year. I think I averaged two runs a week last year and some weeks only got in my long run. So I’m feeling really good about that.

I’ve been injury free this year! I attribute that to the leg strengthening I was doing early-on (wall squats, mostly). My left knee’s bothered me since I was training for last year’s marathon. It got better this year, but I still feel some discomfort in it from time to time, especially in the later part of long runs. I’m going back and forth with what to do for it on Sunday (Do I tape? Do I wear a sleeve? Or do I just go and hope it’s a feel-good day?).

While I lost somewhere around 30 pounds last year (running less, mind you), I think I lost a total of 2-3 pounds TOTAL this year. (If you’re one of the 2 or 3 who check this blog periodically, you probably noticed that I stopped posting Monday weigh-ins pretty early on 🙂 ) This has been a real frustration, but I’ve chosen to focus less on the weight and more on being thankful for a lack of injuries and an ability to get out, run, and feel like I’m improving.

My main goal this year has been to train so that I could finish the marathon in 4 hours (well, break 4 hours, really). I can’t say that I’m incredibly confident about this; I feel like it can only happen if everything goes right on Sunday. I definitely feel like it’s achievable, and that makes me feel pretty nervous.  My longest training run was supposed to be a 22 miler while I was in Florida a few weeks ago. I got cooked alive by the sun and died after 18 miles. My confidence was sapped. But then, I remember that I put in 2 twenty milers prior to that Florida bonk, and upon our return to CHicago, I put in a 13 miler at a pace faster than my target and felt great.

I just really don’t want to blow it.I know that it is really all about those last 6.2 miles. And that final 10-k is as much mental as it is physical. But I’ve realized what has made me miserable during longer runs, and it’s especially clear that this hit me hard in my first marathon: Thinking about the finish is deadly for me. I start getting impatient and antsy, anxious to be done struggling.

And so, here’s my strategy for race day: I cannot think about the finish until mile 25. Until then, I’m going to take the race one mile at a time. This will be my thought, because it will be true: This moment is a gift. I want to soak it all in. I want to run with joy. I want to cherish every stretch of Chicago street and just stay focused on each moment as I’m in it. What an incredible blessing an privilege to get to run in this race…I don’t want to waste it (and torment myself in the process) by focusing on the finish line.

Also, I don’t think I’m going to run for negative splits (aiming to have a faster second half). Even in high school cross-country, this strategy has never worked for me. When I get to the second half after holding myself back in the first half, I just cant find the giddyup, and my whole race ends up being slow. I know it goes against conventional wisdom and that it’s potentially dangerous, but I think I’m going to just aim to push myself to bank a little time in the first half to accommodate for losing a minute or two in the final 13.1.My hope is to average a 9:08 over the course.

Lastly, I learned last year that my GPS watch is unreliable on this course because of the underground stretch at the start of the race. For this reason, I’m going to set up my watch to only show my time (not my average pace nor my distance).  Then, I am planning to look for one of the temporary tattoos with all the split times for a 4 hour marathon (Really, they have these…Hoping to get one at the expo tomorrow!).

And at the end of the day, no matter how Sunday goes, I am thankful for this experience.