State: 7
For as long as I can remember, I've wanted to visit Chicago. It was always a goal to go for St. Patrick's Day to see the parade and the river dyed green. Then when I started running, everyone but everyone said the Chicago Marathon is the best out there. I'm not kidding. I'd be in random corrals and hear conversations between runners and the consensus was Chicago, Chicago, Chicago. When I set the goal to do a run in each of the 50 states, I still had the marathon in my mind, but the timing is bad for me, plus, let's face it, the lead time for training is hard. It's a major commitment, and a scary one if you get derailed by something along the way. I found out Rock and Roll Chicago happens over summer break and I was sold, despite the fact that last year they had record high temps.
The event seemed to be worthy of some kind of special shout-out clothing wise. I decided to go with a nod to the most famous film I could think of featuring the city.
My mom was my travel buddy, which makes things easier. We have a pretty good traveling relationship that usually involves us getting irritated with each other at least once per trip, usually if we're tired and worn out, but we roll right past it. I can't say the same for traveling with friends all the time, although I've had some fantastic racecations with other runners over the years.
So we flew out and got there late afternoon on Friday. Unlike Los Angeles, Chicago has great public transportation and you can hop on a train at the airport to get you in the city. We found our hotel and just kind of wandered around. I am unable to relax in a new place. I always want to explore. I can't see sitting in a hotel room, no matter how tired I am if there are new things to see. My mom had been there before, it was my first time and I was in awe at the beauty of the buildings and the cleanliness of the downtown area.
Saturday morning we got up to go to the expo. Walking toward the expo meant going through Grant Park, which would be the run's start site the next morning. It was also a great opportunity for touristing!
The only hiccup in the weekend was getting to the expo. It seemed to be a straight shot along the park area. My map ended at the huge landmark of Soldier Field, but indicated that the convention center was 3/4 of a mile further along Lakeshore Drive. Unfortunately, the sidewalk ended and Lakeshore basically became a highway! We tried to walk west to Michigan Avenue, but found the same situation. We ended up backtracking to the edge of the park to get a cab to take us the rest of the way. The roads were swirly and the driver had to go that way to get this way. I'm sure there was a way to walk it, but without a decent map or directions posted on the website (which only gave driving directions to parking areas) we just gave it up.
Race morning was beautiful. It was warm enough to be comfortable in a tank top, but not overly warm or so humid that you're sweating just by being outside. The route was beautiful! It was flat and it went past all kinds of landmarks, and over bridges, through tunnels, and under train tracks.
The forecast leading up to the trip was crazy. It seemed like every time I looked at the weather app on my phone it changed. One day it called for thunder showers, the next day sun, the next day the thunder shower forecast would be back again. On the day of the half marathon, the app called for rain at about 8pm. After a while it got windy. Several miles in, I started to feel drops, but didn't think much of it. A light mist is always welcome, especially warm one. By mile nine it was pouring, and by mile ten, the band I was passing was announcing that they were suspending the race and calling for people to take shelter due to lightning! There didn't seem to be any place to go, so I just followed the crowd and kept going, getting soaked and loving every second of it. I eventually got back to the convention center and the route took a tunnel underneath. Does that count as taking shelter? By the time I got through it, the rain had pretty much stopped and I made my way to the finish. When I got there, I found out that they'd suspended the race for about 20 minutes. Go figure. Nobody around me followed directions. They must have all been from California! We have no clue about how to deal with weather. We just trundle through like idiots. Fortunately, nobody was hurt.
The one decent shot from MarathonFoto is blurry. I'm not sure if this is a thing now to keep people from doing what I just did here with their sample, but I'm not willing to pay money to find out. You can tell here that my skirt is soaked.
It was a fantastic race and a beautiful city. My Garmin clocked over fourteen miles, but that's likely due to all the interference from things above me in terms of tunnels and buildings. It was slightly disheartening at the time. The wind had blown down a lot of the mile markers and it was hard to tell where I was. I knew the signal was off by about a mile for certain parts, then it seemed to be correct, then it was off again. Regardless, I would absolutely do this race again! There was so much to do in the city, I could spend weeks there and probably not see everything!
All too soon, it was time to come home again. As sad as it is to end a trip sometimes, there's nothing like sleeping in your own bed!