Note: Garmin was being a jerk, so I do not have mile splits for this race.
The Short Version: #doubletrouble conquers Chicago once again, finishing this streaker’s 6th RnR half in 2:58:41.
Pre-race: Another early morning. We met my cousin at the blue line and headed downtown. We ended up running into our Half Fanatic friend Carol on the train, so it was nice to see her and chat with her for a little while. We got to the race site with plenty of time to use the bathroom and check our bags. We got into our start corral (18, wayyyy back there) and waited for the horde in front of us to move forward. Kelsey looked down at her shoes and… her shoe tag wasn’t there. She didn’t put on her timing chip! So Jill and I stood off to the side, and Kelsey ran back to gear check. It didn’t take her long at all to get situated, and only one corral passed us by.
Less than 30 minutes after Shalane took off, we did too!
Mile 1: Jill, who is battling PF (actually, a doctor friend told her it’s probably a stress fracture), decided to do the smart thing and drop down to the 5K. While we would miss her on our adventure, I think it was the best decision she made. Sadly, this was the only mile she got to run with us. We also ran into Maggie and Mr Maggie, and it was nice to see them both!
Mile 2: Kelsey needed a bathroom, so we got off to the side. As I looked up, I realized that the building right there was where the bf (I feel weird calling him my fiance, sorry) was staying overnight with his friend. Not gonna lie, I’m slightly bummed that he didn’t come outside to say hi to us!
(Funny story – his friend was like, why are there all of these port-o-potties on the road? Jakre told him that I preferred to poop there, haha.)
Mile 3: Since there are only circus freaks to entertain us thus far (what is up with that? You can read everyone else’s blog, because everyone noticed that there were hardly any bands. You can’t fool Chicago, RnR.), I tried to give Kelsey a short tour of the city. As in, I pointed out stuff and told stories if I had them. I have a lot of stories. I hope she wasn’t annoyed with me!
Us at the Thompson Center, where my dad used to work. True story. One of many.
Mile 4: Funny story – so we wake up this morning, and Kelsey puts on a tank top. Then she decides it’s a bad idea, so takes it off. But she forgot a short-sleeved shirt, so she is wearing mine. Ironically, it is the one I wore when we raced together in Nashville.
Mile 5: All of these loops that we keep doing in the Loop are ridiculous. I don’t know what’s happening with this course, but I don’t like it. And I don’t have to. #6yearvet
No doubt talking about our shared crush on John Travolta. #whalesvagina
Mile 6: OH HEY THERE IS A BAND!
Confession – I did not notice the absence of bands until Kelsey pointed it out now. True story. That shows you just how little I pay attention to that kind of shit.
BUT – at least this band was pretty good. Usually they suck.
Mile 7: Blackhawks cheering section, complete with Chelsea Dagger, so I picked up the pace a little bit. Then I exhausted Kelsey. Oops.
Mile 8: We called this our garbage mile, meaning that we walked pretty much all of it. As we were walking along, we see two guys with a little boombox playing adult contemporary hits. They are wearing 5K medals and two bibs. THEY DID THE 5K BEFORE THE HALF. I hate that I did not think of this first. Seriously. It makes me so mad. I wanted to be this kind of pioneer.
Speaker guy and his two bibs are right behind me.
Mile 9: Another garbage mile, because the stupid sun came out and tried to melt us. What a jerk. On the plus side, I got to have a salted watermelon Gu, and suddenly everything is right with the world. (I don’t normally like Gu, but I bought a case of this stuff because it’s addictive.)
Waving to our legions of fans, obviously.
Mile 10: The person who decided that running this part of the race on the lakefront trail should be fired. Seriously. It’s way too crowded for this shit. I am so beyond grateful that I wasn’t up in corral 4 like I was supposed to be, because people would have tried to run me over, or I would have taken an elbow to the gut. Annoying.
On the plus side, the LFT does provide pretty photo ops.
Mile 11: These last two miles were easily my favorites of the whole entire race. Humana provided a DJ and a lot of speakers, so you could hear the music for two miles. It was upbeat dance music, and I loved it. Plus the volunteers were amazing. Oh, and there were sponges, which I promptly stuck in my bra (my boob sweat started at mile 1, so yeah, it was nasty by now).
Mile 12: The smelly McCormick Place tunnel wasn’t too bad this year. It was well-lit, not as stinky, and the potholes had been filled in, so I didn’t break myself. At least RnR did this part right…
Right before the mile marker, there was a poor woman lying in the middle of the course. She was clearly suffering from some sort of heat-related distress, and we could hear the paramedics reminding her that she was lying on the ground. So sad! I hope she ended up being okay!
Also right before the mile marker, I made a new best friend – the volunteer with the big bag of ice. I took a giant chunk and stuffed my bra. It immediately cooled me off, AND made me look like I have boobs. BONUS!
Mile 13: We met up with several Half Fanatics that we had been leapfrogging/chasing for the majority of the race. Since we had decided to run the rest of it, we made a Fanatic chain. But it didn’t last. We were too fast for them, haha.
Mile 13.1: We sped to the finish, and made our sub-3:00 goal! Yay! (I was happy to be done at this point, haha.) Super fun morning running with my favorite #doubletrouble friend.
Serious runner face.
Finishers who care about when the watch stops.
FINAL TIME: 2:58:41
AVERAGE PACE: 13:38
2014 RACE/2014 DISTANCE/OVERALL DISTANCE: 20/6/90
MEDALS/FINISHER AWARDS: Medals (and a bonus medal for doing this race too)
RACE SHIRT COLOR: Blue
NEXT RACE: Race for the Bacon, 7.31.2014
Post-race: We got our snacks and headed to gear check. My cousin, proving her awesomeness, was sitting right by gear check with a blanket. So we didn’t have to walk far, we didn’t have to search for her, and we had a place to sit. Jakre ended up leaving his friend’s house and meeting us there, so we were all in one place. We sat for a little bit, and then went to get our extra medals. Then we headed back to the train, and another #doubletrouble weekend was in the books! Thanks for the glorious weather, Mother Nature!
Obligatory medal selfie.