Chicago Marathon 2012

October 9, 2012 — 5 Comments

I walked back up to Roosevelt and Michigan Avenue today to think about what I wanted to say in this post because that spot – the one right between Michigan Avenue and Columbus on Roosevelt..

The spot on Roosevelt

That is the spot where my goal was made.

But before I get into all that, I want to call attention to the fact that this race was about so much more than a time goal or a pace or anything like that.

I ran this race, again, with Team World Vision. If you don’t know about World Vision, stop reading this junk and go over there now and check it out. I’m so proud of my team. Together, with the help of thousands of very generous friends, our team raised 1.6 million dollars to make a difference in the world. Through our efforts, combined with those of other generous donors that matched our gifts, over 64,000 people in Africa will be able to access clean water for life. This is something we obviously take for granted here in the USA. What Team World Vision does is really important. And for many of us who run, being able to make a difference through something that we love is an amazing opportunity and a tremendous privilege.

So that is the most important thing that happened on Sunday.

I do, however want to say some things about the race itself. Partly because this blog serves as a kind of journal for me – and partly because some of you are actually interested. So here goes…

Michigan Avenue

First off, this trip was another great trip to Chicago. I got to share this incredible time with my great friends Mike and Lisa Maxwell and my girlfriend Marla. They were my personal cheering section, following me around the course and giving me that special adrenaline boost. So helpful and so special and meaningful. And of course we had some good times as usual. They endured the Expo with me, and went with me to the Team World Vision pasta dinner and then greeted me with hugs after the race at the Team World Vision after race party.

Fun on the town with friends

We also enjoyed some special times with our good friends Tommy and Andy, who took us to places we wouldn’t have otherwise known about. Those guys are awesome and wonderful hosts.

So, yeah, the marathon.

This was my third time running the Chicago Marathon. Certainly not my last. I love this event. Chicago was my first marathon, and it changed me forever. I love it more each time. This year, I met and actually surpassed my goal. I’ve been chasing a 4:30 marathon for a while, and this time I made it with a 4:29:05. I am thrilled with this accomplishment, because I have been working for it for a while. I’m on now to new goals. Exciting.

I got into a pace group, as usual. One of the pace leaders was a guy named Dave, who also led the 4:30 pace group 2 years ago when I was only able to hang with them for the first 10 miles or so. I remember him well. He’s fun to run with. He’s also loud, which made it easier late in the race to “feel” how close the group was to me. I started just behind them, and then stayed ahead of them from about mile 4 through the end of the race.

The weather was awesome. I think it was around 40 degrees when we started. And somewhere in the 50’s when we finished. Sunlight. Breeze. Cool air. Such greatness. The spectators were awesome. I got cheered on by name for so much of the race. It’s crazy how helpful that is.

The first half was fun and easy as usual. It’s really the best part of the course. Once I crossed the half, I felt fairly confident that I was going to get very close to goal. I could just feel it. I made the commitment right then that I was going to have a good second half.  And I promised myself that no matter what, I was not going to stop running except at aid stations in order to get Gatorade or water. I also decided to only walk half of each aid station since they are so long in this marathon. I’d either walk through the Gatorade and start running at the water, or I’d run through the Gatorade and walk through the water. I kept my promise to myself, and that felt really good.

I also decided that I would stay in front of the pace team. This became more of a challenge the farther we went. Since Dave was so loud, if I heard him talking, I would dig in a bit and try to push to get away from him.

Honestly, I felt really strong until about mile 21. That was when my quads started griping at me. But I knew I had to dig deep because I actually had a shot at making my goal.

Two other things kept me going in the late miles. Rusty Funk had reminded us on Saturday night that when we got to “rough patches” and we wanted to slow or to stop, that we should smile. I employed that strategy. At one point when I was doing that, one of the spectators yelled at me that she loved my attitude. That was funny.

The other thing that kept me going form 21 to the end was the other thing Rusty reminded us about. That this race wasn’t really about us – but that it was about those children who, through our efforts were going to have an opportunity for life. I imagined their faces that I had seen so many times in pictures. When I got thirsty, I recalled the images of women and children walking for miles to bring filthy water back for their families. And I just decided that the course could not beat me today. That this time, no matter what, I was going to push and get there like I wanted to. I thought of my sponsored child, Gcina, and the more I thought about purpose, the harder I wanted to work.

The thing about the late miles, though, is that once you start to fatigue, your perspective gets unreliable. So, what feels like the same amount of effort you were using 15 miles ago to keep pace is now producing a weaker result. In order to maintain the pace, you have to actually think about going faster, which is about the last thing on your list of things that you want to do.

As I turned on to Michigan Avenue, I caught a glimpse off in the distance of a ginormous American Flag waving in the wind over the street. It was beuatiful. I thought it must be somewhere up around Roosevelt, and I decided to key in on it and run toward it with all of the effort I had left.

As it turned out, it wasn’t quite at Roosevelt…and that was a little disappointing. But then, I saw the “1 mile to go” sign, and I knew that if I could just keep pace that I would make it. I heard Dave’s voice behind me saying, “No one, ever in the history of marathons has ever said, ‘I wish I would have walked more.’ Now c’mon! Dig! Let’s go!” They were right on my heels. I didn’t think I could push any harder. As I contemplated this, the corner of Michigan Avenue and Roosevelt kind of snuck up on me.

There it was. Anyone who has run this marathon knows what it feels like to see that corner. It is glorious. My friends told me later that they were there, screaming for me. But I never heard them. They told me that I looked extremely focused.

The truth was, I was scared because as soon as I rounded the corner, I caught a glimpse of the pacers out of the corner of my eye. The were even with me. And then I hit the spot in the picture. I heard Dave tell the others, “Guys, we’re 45 seconds ahead. Slow down.” They did, but I didn’t. And that is when my goal was made. I did what I felt was a sprint. I’m glad it wasn’t on video, because I’m sure it wasn’t pretty.

But I gave it every thing I had and I crossed that finish line 54 big seconds earlier than I planned to. And I loved it. And as usual, I can’t wait to do it again.

Thank you for your encouragement and support. It means everything. I dare you to run with me next year.

After the Race!

Celebration!

5 responses to Chicago Marathon 2012

  1. 

    You’re an incredible person Greggo and I’m honored to call you my friend.

  2. 

    I love everything about this post! Congratulations for setting your goals and surpassing them! It was fun to watch you do it so well and it’s an honor to be a part of ‘team Greggo’!

  3. 

    Way to go Greggo! I’m way super proud of you. Keep it up!

  4. 

    i just came back to re-read this! AHHHH so excited! on sunday during my 15 mile run, my brain wouldnt stop telling me how much i hated the whole experience…but it doesnt always suck as bad as it did on sunday, thats what i have to remember!! thanks for continually inspiring me!

    • 

      that is so sweet and cool. I just re-read it too and got more excited about training. You are going to have such a great time doing this – I can’t wait for you to experience it!

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