Last fall, in my ninth marathon, I finally broke the elusive 3 hour mark. It was one of the happiest moments of my life, finally meeting a goal I had set for myself three years earlier. After the glow wore off, though, I found myself adrift, directionless. I decided to make sub-3 my goal for Boston in the spring just to see if I could do it again but then a hip injury took any chance of that away. After a struggling through the finish in April, all I wanted was some time off from training.
Spring turned into summer and still I resisted setting a
schedule: it wasn't until the second week of August that I completely committed
to a plan for Chicago. Although I did every workout on my calendar, I didn't
feel the same level of motivation I had in previous training cycles and was unsure
what my goal for October really was. I worried that the running bug had left
me. Fast forward to this past weekend and even on race morning I was full of
self-doubt. In spite of a full calendar of summer races, I hadn't PR'd at a
single distance in 2013 and going into Chicago I wondered if my days of
improvement were over.
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A great sign at Niketown |
Even with the enhanced security, navigating the starting
area was relatively easy and by 7 a.m. we had check our bags and it was time to
part ways and head to our respective corrals. I was in Corral A along with my
friend Helen and her boyfriend Alex, both also from New York. They were running
with a sub-3 goal which sounded good to me so we agreed to meet in the corral
by the 3 hour pace group. Unfortunately, it was far more crowded than I had
expected and as the clock ticked closer to the 7:30 a.m. start, I couldn’t find
them. Finally, just when I’d given up hope, I spotted Helen and managed to make
my way over to her and Alex before the gun went off.