I survived the 2007 Chicago Marathon.
As the weather forecast last week kept getting hotter and more humid every day, my fears for Sunday’s Chicago Marathon grew and grew. At age 53, I was hoping I could finish in 4:15. It would be my sixth marathon, and I was feeling nearly as good as I did when I ran my first one in 1990.
I had trained hard over the summer and averaged about 9:40 in a 22-mile training run on a record cold morning three weeks earlier. I was hoping for cold conditions because I knew I would do well in the cold and I suffer miserably in the heat.
As we approached the starting line Sunday morning, Mary Jo, a friend from the Elmhurst Running Club asked me why I was so quiet. “I am thinking about the second half of the race,” I responded. By that time I knew the sun baking on ... Read More...
