Race Review: The Chicago Marathon (State #26)

State  #26: Illinois
Bank of America Chicago Marathon


IMG_7251The Chicago Marathon was last Sunday, and it was my final marathon for the 2014 season! It wasn’t a PR, but it was an amazing experience and a gorgeous day. It’s only early October, but my legs are tired and ready for a break after a crazy year. I have a few shorter, local races on the schedule for the remainder of the year, but I’m looking forward to a little break and some recovery. I beat the crap out of my legs in the spring, paid for it all summer long and was lucky to have a few decent fall marathons. It’s time to recover and get back to some basics.

The week before the race was the longest week of my life. I was flying out with Mark H., Ashley and Kathy and meeting up with Mark A. when we got there, who was driving. Our flights were scheduled to take off at 8:30 pm out of Philadelphia on Friday night. Around 2:30 on Friday afternoon, I got an email saying our flight had been cancelled and we were all re-booked on separate flights the next morning. I have THE WORST luck with flight delays and cancellations! However, we all got there. Mark H. and Kathy got switched to a flight out of Newark, Ashley and I got brand new flights on a Southwest flight to Midway (instead of O’Hare, since that O’Hare was the issue) for a small fortune. At that point, the only thing that mattered is that we all were snug in our beds at the Intercontinental on Michigan Avenue before midnight on Friday.

IMG_7184We planned to go to Bart’s shakeout run at 8am the next day, but decided to not set any alarms and sleep until we woke up and do our own thing. We got up, headed to the Starbucks in the lobby of our hotel, and ended up doing our own shakeout run on the trail that borders Lake Michigan. It was a gorgeous day and there were tons of runners out doing the same exact thing. My legs felt good, and I had a good feeling about the race.

The Expo, Pasta Dinner and Pre Race

IMG_7194A few blocks from our hotel was a shuttle that would take us to the expo. If I could say one thing about the whole weekend, it would be that it was extremely well organized and very easy to navigate. We took the shuttle over to the expo center and spend a few hours milling around and visiting vendors. It was a pretty big ordeal, and we quickly found our way to the Runner’s World table to stop and chat with Bart, since we’d missed his run. Nike was the official sponsor and had a large display in the center of the expo with all of their official gear.IMG_7202

After spending some good time at the expo, we headed back to our hotel to rest and relax. We had some time until the pasta dinner and wanted to get off of our feet. We’d purchased tickets for the dinner prior to our arrival in Chicago, and we chose the 4-6pm time slot. Around 4pm, we caught a cab to the pasta dinner at The Plaza at Millennium Park, and the food was incredible. There was a station with pre-made pasta dishes (everything from a rigatoni with a bolognese sauce to macaroni and cheese) and a “create your own pasta” station. You could pick your pasta, your sauce, several different types of protein and countless veggies. The only complaint we had was that the event was hosted outside in tents at the park, and it was kind of windy and chilly. Other than that, it was the way to go.


After dinner, Ashley and I hit up mass at a nearby church while the rest of the crew headed back to begin race preparations. Once back in the hotel, I had zero desire to take an ice bath but knew I’d done a fair amount of walking all day and it would be a good idea. After a quick soak in entirely too much ice and ice water, I gathered up all of my pre race items and had them all set up for the next day. We were all in bed around 8:30, but I had trouble sleeping. I never usually have trouble sleeping, but I did this time. I think I saw the clock every single hour. Not really sure why; I wasn’t nervous, just awake.

Race Day

IMG_7224I feel badly for anyone who rooms with me, because I get up obscenely early before a race. I need time to drink a strong cup of coffee, start hydrating, and get food in my system. So at 4am, I was brewing coffee (in a coffee pot that I brought from home and carried on the plane – yes, I realize I have a serious caffeine addiction) and waking up.

By 6am, we were dressed and in the lobby. We met up with Mark A., who stayed at a different hotel down the street from us. We began the walk to the starting line, bundled up in our throw away clothing. It was still dark out and as we walked to the start, the wind was seriously whipping us around, which wasn’t making me happy. Once at the start, it was pretty well organized. We quickly found our way to the bathrooms and the gear check, where I begrudgingly parted with my sweat pants. I was planning to start the race with Mark H., but I lost him after our first pre race bathroom stop.IMG_7219

When I registered for Chicago, I submitted a qualifying time. But at the time, I only had a 3:18 marathon PR. Once I ran my 3:06:56, I was unaware that I could update my qualifying time to get in a faster corral. So, I was in corral B but could have been in corral A. The 3 hour and 3:05 pacers were in corral A. I’m not one to use pacers, but in this marathon it would have been helpful – and I will get into why later. So once I was at the start, I pushed my way all the way to the front of corral B, since that was the best I could do.

The start of the race was crazy and exciting. It was a little crowded in the first mile, so I already anticipated a slower start and didn’t let that bother me. I did my best to stay consistent and weave through the crowds, but within the first half mile the course went under a large overpass. I immediately lost satellite reception on my watch. When we emerged, we were in the city surrounded by all of the skyscrapers and it continued to mess with my watch. When I hit the first mile, I hit the lap button to try to at least be able to have some sort of indication of what my pace was from that point on. Unfortunately, I spent the entire race not really knowing if I was running a 5 minute mile or a 9 minute mile – my watch was tripping out on me the whole time. I hit lap often and seemed to be on pace, but I wasn’t really sure. From what I could see on the results page, my splits were consistent (all averaging around a 7 minute pace) through somewhere in the 35-40K point. At that point, I slowed down a little. My “splits” on my Garmin (for whatever they are worth) show my slowest miles to be somewhere from miles 21-26ish.

I had no idea how close or far off I was to a PR and was starting to lose some steam after mile 20, so I didn’t push any harder. However, my official finish time ended up being 3:08:22. Only a minute and 26 seconds off of my PR. Had I realized just how close I would be, maybe I would have kicked it up a notch in the last few miles. I did the math once I got to mile 20 and thought I’d be closer to a 3:10, so thinking I didn’t have a shot at a PR didn’t give me too much incentive to crank out some faster miles towards the end. However, PR or not, I was pretty happy with how I placed in the race. I placed 55/3,435 in my age group, 207/18,390 overall women, and 1,700/40,567 total runners, meaning I finished in the top 4% of the entire field! Additionally, my time qualifies me for Boston 2016 as a BQ -26:38, so I can register with the first group and hopefully end up in Wave 1. Not too shabby, especially since I was basing my pace off of effort. Though it wasn’t the result I’d hoped for, it was a good experience.

Anyway, enough about race times – back to the actual experience.  I could see how this course could absolutely suck if you get bad weather – but we got extremely lucky. Perfect temperatures and almost no wind, which shocked me because our walk to the start had me thinking we were in for a long day.Though the watch ordeal made it tough to figure out what I was doing, I loved the course. Among the group of friends I traveled with, none of us thought it was the fastest course we’d ever run. It’s a fun course, and it certainly is fast – but it was harder than anticipated because it is SO flat. Then again, I can’t think of one time that I’ve run 26.2 miles and thought it felt “easy”. I’m still waiting for that day.

Let’s get the negatives out of the way first. Three things come to mind: the streets were definitely in rough shape in some areas (not the race director’s fault by any means), and there are lots of tight turns. Also, the whole watch constantly losing reception is a drawback for someone like me. I should run on effort more often, but the truth is – I’m often a slave to my Garmin. Most times, I use so I actually go slow enough – as I so gracefully demonstrated at Clarence DeMar, it is so easy to fly out of the gates and ruin your whole race. Everyone usually feels good in mile one. If you run by effort and go with how you feel, you could run the risk of overdoing it in the early miles. That’s just my own personal take on it. Maybe the same doesn’t hold true for you and you do better running sans GPS, but I don’t.

Miles 1-13.1

My plan was to go out at a 7 minute mile pace and sustain it through the half marathon point. If I was feeling good, I was going to pick it up and try to hold on to a 6:55 pace for as long as I could. If I wasn’t feeling it, I’d just keep ticking off 7 minute miles for as long as possible. From what I could see on my Garmin and the results on the site, I did just that for the first half. The first four-ish miles give you a great tour of downtown Chicago and it’s full of enthusiastic spectators (well, really the entire course is full of those). Miles 5-8 were not as interesting to me but I was still trying to figure out what the heck was going on with my Garmin, so that was a good distraction. Once you hit mile 8, it’s pretty exciting right through the half marathon point. There’s Boystown with a crazy huge crowd, Old Town, and finally the bridge on Adams Street that marks the half marathon point. There were several bridges to run over and they had mats on parts of them to make it easier on your feet but it was still easy to lose your footing and you had to watch your step.

As I ran, I didn’t feel awesome during the first half – not terrible, but not great. My legs just felt okay, and I felt tired in general. I think it was still from the crazy stress of traveling and delayed flights coupled with a poor night’s sleep. Regardless, as I approached the half marathon point, I had a decision to make regarding my pace. I could still PR if I stuck with seven minute miles, but the problem was, I wasn’t sure if I was even really running sevens. I had a feeling I was close based on hitting lap and really watching my Garmin, but I wasn’t completely sure.

Half Marathon – 26.2

I don’t remember much from miles 14-20. I do remember that the course was still pretty cool, but not as cool as some of the earlier moments. Actually, I take that back. I remember a mom and pop beer stop somewhere around mile 19, and I gladly took a beer and received a big reaction from the crowd. I guess they hadn’t had too many customers up through that point. Either way, the reaction from the crowd put a smile on my face and helped me get through the next few miles. Once you hit mile 21, you start nearing Chinatown – what an incredible neighborhood. It’s super exciting, with tons of spectators and lots to look at.  As you get closer to the finish, you turn on Michigan Ave and are reminded that this race is not, in fact, the flattest race in the world. The last quarter is an uphill grade! Not like the steepest hill ever, but you see it and think, “Seriously?”

I felt just okay at the half marathon point so I stuck with the seven minute miles (or whatever it was I was running that looked like a seven minute mile on my watch). Somewhere around mile 17 I started to feel a little better and picked it up. One of my laps on my Garmin registered a 6:41 mile, and I remember listening to Eminem’s “Rap God” on repeat a few times and cruising at one point so I would believe I ran something close to that. I was able to maintain a relatively decent pace through 21, and then started to feel a little fatigued. Not the worst fatigue I’d ever felt in a marathon, but at that point I didn’t know how close I was. I started to do some math and was coming up with a 3:10 finish time, so I started thinking that maybe I never really was running a 7 minute pace. I wasn’t upset about it, and just wanted to take in as much of the race as I could at that point.

By that time, the crowds were back in full force and I was enjoying sightseeing as I ran through Chicago. My new game at this point was to pass as many women as possible. There weren’t too many around me, but I’d see them in the distance and just pick them off as I passed. Although it didn’t help me PR, it kept my pace more aggressive. I realized around mile 24 that I’d probably be finishing in more like 3:08-ish. I was so confused, and knew if I wanted to PR I’d probably need to lay down a little over a six minute mile. Even that wouldn’t ensure I’d run my way to a PR. So I stuck with picking off as many girls as I could and just kept moving. I was pretty happy with the end result, considering I was basing my pace on effort.


IMG_7227The last quarter mile is the hardest. You’ve been running on flats for so long that when you hit the final quarter mile and find that it is, in fact, an incline, the only thing you can think is “WTF”. However, that feeling of “EFF YOU CHICAGO” is short lived, because before you know it you are crossing the finish line, claiming your hard earned medal, and drinking the 312 Urban Wheat Ale you are handed as you walk through the chute. I kid you not. After the medals, mylar blankets and post race foods, Goose Island Brewery set up shop and hands out full beers. It was glorious.


I was pretty well hydrated and carbed up from the days before, so all I had left to do was choke down some GU, Gatorade and water throughout the race. Which I ended up not having to choke down this time, everything went down just fine. I ate a Chocolate Raspberry Gu before the start, and alternated between all my fun new GU flavors during the race. I think there was a Chocolate Peanut Butter around mile 5, another Chocolate Raspberry around mile 10, a Salted Watermelon at Mile 15, and a Caramel Macchiato (my new favorite) at mile 20. I even considered taking another one at 23 and didn’t feel any gag reflexes at the thought of it, but I really just wanted to sit down and drink a beer (the little bit I had at mile 19 was such a tease), so no amount of GU could solve that. I drank mostly Gatorade at the water stops but would make sure to grab water after taking GU.

Post Race Party

IMG_7229As I walked through the finish line, I actually ran into Mark H.! He ran 3:06 and change and I immediately started kicking myself for not trying harder to find him at the start. I think if I were running along side of him, I could have done that. I spent more time worrying about going too fast and not knowing what I was actually running and I probably would have just relaxed if I were running with him. I still had a blast and I’m thrilled to get that close to my PR, especially considering the summer I had with my calf and the race I had two weeks prior. We made our way to the post race party and found that we could get free massages. There were NO LINES and we could just walk right in. WHAT? I gladly hopped up on the table of the willing volunteer massage therapist. Anyone who volunteers to massage runners immediately after 26.2 miles deserves to go straight to heaven. You know none of us had the opportunity to shower yet.IMG_7240

We hung out on the grass at the Mile 27 Post Race Party. It was a gorgeous day, and there weren’t too many people around just yet. As we waited, we tracked everyone else and waited for them to meet us. Mark A. was next to cross the finish line with a 3:20, Kathy finished right behind with a 3:30,  and Ashley (whom, I might add, ran the ENTIRE thing with a completely fractured metatarsal) ran a five minute PR with a 3:54! She saw a doctor last week who didn’t think x-rays were necessary and told her to run the marathon. So, she took the medical advice and found out after that it was broken and was likely broken before the race. Crazy!! I was so proud of everyone.

Once we were all gathered in the family reunion area, we headed over to the Goose Island tent to redeem yet another free beer with the beer tickets on our bib. Maybe it was just the post marathon delirium, but I’m pretty sure that their 312 Urban Wheat Ale is about the best beer I’ve ever had. Maybe I should try it sometime when I haven’t just finished a marathon to see.

IMG_7239Back at the beautiful Intercontinental on Michigan Ave, the spa had massages chairs set up with free massages, and the hotel restaurant was serving a free beer to all runners. We gladly accepted both and had a nice recovery lunch before heading to the incredible hotel pool to relax and recover. We strolled down Michigan Ave and checked out the finisher gear at Niketown, did some shopping and found a restaurant for dinner. Somehow, we didn’t crash until we hit the hotel much later that evening. I think moving around really made the recovery process go a lot faster – I wasn’t too sore when I woke up the next morning.

Would I run Chicago again? Probably not, but not because I didn’t like the race. I really did love it. It was a stressful traveling situation, and a pretty pricey event which makes me hesitant to go back. If I’m looking for a PR, the Garmin trouble I had would also deter me from toeing the line of this race again because I really race better knowing what pace I’m running. With that being said, I wouldn’t pick another race for Illinois -and I wouldn’t hesitate to recommend it. It was such an incredible weekend, and so much fun to share such an amazing experience with great friends! 26 states down, 24 to go!


Paleo Pumpkin Pancakes with Maple Pecan Glaze

IMG_7176I’ve been dabbling in the Paleo world quite a bit lately, and I’ve tried more than a few recipes that I’ve really enjoyed.

My sister-in-law also leans towards the paleo side of things, and she recently sent me a recipe for pancakes that caught my attention. The most interesting part is that the pancakes were baked, not cooked on a griddle or in a skillet. I have a tendency to burn pancakes. Always. I made this recipe and liked them a lot – enough to make them again. But when I made them a second time, I realized I was short a few ingredients and found that my creation was even better than the original recipe (in my opinion)! On my third batch, I changed up the maple pecan glaze and I think I’ve got a winner.

Pumpkin Pancakes
Adapted from the Detoxinista (Grain Free Pumpkin Pancakes)
Makes 6 pancakes 

  • 1/3 heaping cup of almond butter
  • 2/3 cup pumpkin
  • 2 eggs
  • 1 teaspoon grade B maple syrup or raw honey
  • 1/2 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1/2 teaspoon pumpkin pie spice
  • 1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 1/8 teaspoon salt

Preheat oven to 350. Mix all ingredients together in a bowl until well combined. On a parchment lined baking sheet, use a 1/4 cup measuring cup to scoop the batter onto the sheet. Bake 10-12 minutes and serve, either with pure maple syrup or Maple Pecan Glaze (recipe follows).

For the pancakes, the original recipe called for equal parts almond butter and pumpkin, but I thought it made the end result quite heavy. It didn’t dawn on me to switch up the recipe until I was short almond butter the last time I made it and added extra pumpkin. The final product was delicious. What amazes me about these is that there is no flour at all in them – but they really have the texture of a real pancake! Serve with Maple Pecan Glaze (below) or a high quality maple maple syrup.

Maple Pecan Glaze
Makes about 1 cup of glaze

  • 3/4 cup of pecans
  • 1/4 cup of pure maple syrup
  • 1/4 cup unsweetened vanilla almond milk
  • 2 tablespoons Kerrygold Pure Irish Grass Fed Butter (or ghee, or coconut oil – whatever you like)
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 1/8 teaspoon salt

Place all ingredients in a food processor or blender. Puree and enjoy! Eat whatever you don’t use with a spoon Refrigerate whatever you have leftover and save it for next time. The original recipe used coconut oil as the fat and water as the liquid, but I switched it up the first time by subbing the almond milk and Kerrygold butter as my fat – but the coconut oil worked really well the first time, too!

Enjoy! It’s the perfect fall breakfast.

Race Review: Clarence DeMar Marathon (New Hampshire)

State  #25: New Hampshire
Clarence DeMar


Well…I finished! If you want to talk about blowing up at a race, you can talk about my performance at the Clarence DeMar Marathon. I’m not sure if I had it in me to run a PR, but the rookie mistakes I made ensured I would never find out. Even though I didn’t run the time I’d hoped for, I learned a lot from this race. I had a blast road tripping up north with friends, and got to check another state off of my list. Not to mention that running in New Hampshire on Sunday meant that I hit a new milestone: I’m now halfway through my 50 state goal!

Getting There/Travel

The drive up north was much easier on the way there than it was on the trip home. I know the roads and the area well from visiting my husband’s family lake house in upstate New York each summer. It was a breeze on the way up, but we drove home on Sunday afternoon and sat for hours on 87. Sunday was a looooong day that resulted in me taking Monday off of work to catch up on some much needed time to sulk over the race sleep.

The Expo

Located in Spaulding Gymnasium at Keene State College, it was exactly what you’d expect from a small town race expo. No vendors, just packet pick up and information about race day. The pasta dinner was sold out before we had the chance to get tickets, so I made a dinner reservation for a restaurant called Nicola’s Trattoria in town. We had a nice group of runners from the Lehigh Valley running the race, and we all ate together.

Race Day

IMG_7072On Sunday morning, we drove from our hotel to the gym at Keene State College to catch a shuttle to Gilsum. It’s a point-to-point course that started north of Keene. In Gilsum, we had a scenic place to hang out, a decent staging area, restrooms, and bag check. The start was about a ten minute walk from where we were dropped off, so after checking our bags we began the walk to the starting line. It was freezing, and I was starting to get nervous.

I knew the winning female time from last year was 3:13, and my PR is a 3:06. My original intention was to try to run a PR and possibly win the race. Since my final spring marathon in Charlevoix, I’d been having a tough time with my right calf. I strained it, healed it, and re-strained it over and over all summer long. I’d get to a point in my training where I finally built my mileage up again, and it would relapse. Eventually, I gave it the rest it needed and got in for some physical therapy, but the damage had already been done. I spent the summer running slowly (no track workouts, no tempo runs) and on flat terrain. The odds were already against me, but it wouldn’t be like me if I didn’t try anyway.

Unfortunately, I got too caught up with trying to win and didn’t run my own race – right from the first mile. I lined up at the start, right in the front. There were two other girls up there with me and I started to get nervous. When the gun went off, I shot out at full speed. My initial goal was to run a seven minute miles for the first half and then see how I felt from there. My first mile was a 6:38 – and I didn’t stop there. By mile 14, my overall pace on my Garmin read 6:50. I ran with the first and second place females for the first 10 miles of the race until it finally dawned on me (about 10 miles too late) that I shouldn’t be trying to catch up to them. I should be patient, run my own pace, and let the race come to me. I’ve never been good with patience. I’m more of an instant gratification kind of person. But I also never lined up at the start thinking I could actually win, and this was my first taste of that.

On my best day and after a summer of ideal training, my goal was to average seven minute miles. But I knew before I started that this was not my best day. I was in pretty good shape from cross-training and triathlons, but I was not in my best marathon shape. Not to mention the elevation profile of the course. Somewhat hilly, but with a net descent over the first 14 miles. It’s almost identical to the elevation profile of the Boston Marathon:


I know (a little too well) what happens when you go out too fast in Boston, and this course was very similar. While I absolutely went out too fast for my current fitness level, I also went out too fast on a course with a net descent. By the time I got to mile 14 (the first long, steep climb and the first mile where I got off pace, 7:16), I reached the top and it was a little more of a struggle than it should have been at that point in the race. I began descending the hill and thought, “Oh, shit“. My quads were shot, and it was to the point where I thought they were going to completely give out while running downhill. I knew I started too fast right from the first mile, and I knew it was going to catch up to me at some point. What I felt at that moment was way worse than anything I’d ever expected or experienced in the past. In past races where I made this same mistake, I was never running 6:45-7:00 minute miles. This was a whole new level of “I’m so screwed“. Panic set in, and the realization of what I’d done hit me hard. 

At this point, I was in third place. But the race turned from trying to PR/win to trying to survive. My new goal? Not to walk – and I didn’t. Not even for one step. I knew if I started walking, it would result in a REALLY long day. So I stopped looking at my watch, and was at peace with whatever pace I ran so long as I was still running. I was able to keep my pace in the 8-8:30 range but I didn’t bother to push it anymore at that point. My slowest mile of the race was an 8:31. The damage was done, and pushing anymore at that point would just make the experience that much more frustrating. Oddly enough, I wasn’t that upset while I was running. I think some part of me knew that if I had a prayer of having a decent finish time that day, I needed to focus on just putting one foot in front of the other.

I finished in 3:18:02, 7:31 pace. 31 seconds per mile off of my goal. Ouch. I was the 6th female and 3rd in my age group, but they only recognized first and second place winners in ten year age groups (so 30-39 instead of the usual 30-34). There’s always a silver lining, and there are always positives that come out of even the most terrible of race experiences. Even though I took a beating, it was far from my worst marathon ever. Although it was nowhere near a PR, it was still my 3rd fastest marathon finish to date. It’s a solid 2016 Boston qualifier (BQ -17:58). Most importantly, I am beyond thankful that I finished this race without aggravating my calf. The pace, combined with the amount of climbing and descending, could have been catastrophic. To really put it into perspective, if someone would have told me a year ago that I would be crying about running a 3:18, I would have died laughing. One year ago, I couldn’t break 3:31. All things considering, Sunday was a great day.

The whole experience reminds me of when I ran the Baltimore Marathon in 2009. I trained all summer and planned to attempt my first BQ. I’d run a 3:46 on a harder course a few months prior. This was still during the time period where females under 34 years old needed a 3:40, and the race didn’t sell out in a matter of minutes. Except on that day, I didn’t start out too fast. I was running with a pacer and he was spot on, but I just didn’t have it. I ran the marathon in Baltimore in 4:08 that day – 22 minutes slower than my previous marathon. I did, however, end up running my first qualifier less than a month later in San Antonio. I think the race in Baltimore was worse because I trained hard all summer but just didn’t have it on that day. Here, I didn’t put in the mileage and suffered for my arrogance and stupidity.

As for the race itself? Eh. I’ve read that it’s one of the most scenic courses – I disagree. While the first 13 miles are very pretty, the second half isn’t quite as impressive and a little depressing. There’s section of the course run on a bike path around mile 20 that I ran completely alone, and part of it was overlooking a highway.There’s a cemetery that you run through around mile 23 with a decent climb – like on the path through the cemetery (I already felt like death, so it was quite fitting). The last three miles wind you back into Keene through a residential area, and it wasn’t too special.  If I were going for scenic, I’d go back to Maine (by far the most beautiful race I’ve run), Alaska, Utah, Vermont, Rhode Island…and I didn’t pick those based on my finish times – 4/5 of those were far from great performances.

Feeling like you gave a race your all and feeling like you gave a race more than you have to offer is a fine line, but one I never want to cross again. The the lesson I learned, however, was invaluable: let the race come to you and run your own race. I need to remember what I trained for and trust that it’s enough. I’m over it now and actually, I’m almost glad it happened. Almost. Of course I’d rather be writing about standing on a podium and setting another PR, but that can’t be the case with every race. I’d gotten too far last season on going out too fast and having successful results. Before 2014, I used to plan to run negative splits. I’d force myself to start off slowly and then speed up. I’m not sure where all of that changed, but this race really reinforced the importance of pacing.