Ok, so this should have been written a month or so ago. I’m slow what can I say. Slow at running, slow at writing. BUT eventually I reach the finish line.
This blog started to track my progress to the 2012 Chicago
Marathon. Due to injuries, I didn’t make
the 2012 event, so once healed I started training for the 2013 Chicago
Marathon. As I sit here typing, I can
now say I am a MARATHONER! I’m not much
of a blogger but I’m a MARATHONER. On
Sunday October 13th, I completed the Chicago Marathon in 5:51:58. No land speed records here but I’m
thrilled. I gave up a lot of time running back and forth
across the route to high five kids (my fairly accurate GPS said I covered 27.2
miles), a long wait at a port-a-potty and a struggle to get my right shoe and
sock off and back on again around mile 23.
But who cares about the time, I finished under the limit (6.5 hours) and
had a blast! If I get in, I hope to do
it again next year. Or maybe the
Portland Marathon or maybe a Wisconsin Marathon.
After Chicago, on Sunday, November 10th ,
Naperville, my town had its inaugural annual Marathon and Half Marathon
sponsored by Edwards Hospital. I had
first registered for the half marathon but before the Chicago Marathon one of
my running club buddies talked me into switching to the full. Cooler heads prevailed and immediately after
the marathon, I switched back to the half marathon. That was a much more wise choice.
The 10th dawned cold (upper 30’s) and clear, a
perfect running day. Naperville is a
high energy town and by 6:00 AM the town was rocking with runners, volunteers,
spectators and security. My running
buddies from the Bolingbrook Fun Run Club (BFRC) met at 6:15 AM by Fredenhagen
fountain for our standard pre-race photograph.
A lot of the BFRC members were volunteering and having everyone either
running or on the course made this event really special. It was like an amped up version of one of our
BFRC free events! Gladys, the clubs
founder and mainstay, was an official race director and stationed at Green
Valley around mile 21. I never saw
Gladys as I was doing the half but it was great to know she was out there.

Back to my wise choice.
Even the Saturday night before I was thinking “do I really want to run
13.1 miles tomorrow morning?” and when I got up it wasn’t better, now it was “I
don’t want to run 13.1 miles at this hour of the morning in the cold” But, I kept thinking about the really nice
finishers medal and the fact that BFRCers would all be out in force. I really enjoyed having Lynn, a fellow BFRC
runner, to chat with at the start line.
It made the wait go by in a flash.
Standing in the cold waiting for the run to start, however, my feet went
numb. As the run started I could barely feel my feet. It wasn’t until about mile 2 until things
loosened up a little and even then, all I could think was “just get this over
with and get the medal” It’s amazing how the mind works. Some days these runs feel great and other
days, they’re pure torture. Yesterday
was pure torture. When we ran past my neighborhood, about half a mile from the
house, it took everything I had to keep going and not veer off to home. I passed water stations where friends called
out my name and I barely noticed them, I just wanted to get done with it. As I crossed the finish line, I pretty much
forgot to smile. Can’t wait to see those
pictures ;-) Oh, and the woman that first talked me into
switching to the full marathon, she cramped up badly and only did the
half. AND, because she didn’t formally
switch, she got the medal but was listed as Disqualified with no time. Wise choice indeed.

With that, my long runs for 2013 are in the books. Just a Turkey Trot tomorrow and a Jingle Bell
run next week and 2014 will be up next!
I am thankful for a great year of running and my new found Bolingbrook
Fun Run Club running family. They truly
are a blessing.