My awesome dad came with and brought his bike so he was able to ride down the course and catch me several times along the way. It was a beautiful day to be running along the lakefront path in Chicago--there is nothing like feeling those lake breezes and seeing the skyline while you're running.
Along the way, I got lots of comments about my shirt:
|"Dear God, Please let there be someone behind me to read this."|
I started getting pretty tired and cooked by the sun by mile 10, but kept plugging along and kept up my pace. Around mile 11, though, things got tricky--apparently at 9am a 5K walk for the children's hospital started, and it was on the same course for about a mile! Let me set the scene: a handful of half marathoners are trying to keep pushing forward along a path that dips off into the harbor, weaving through a huge mess of 5K walkers. I felt like such a jerk weaving through people, but by this point I wasn't going to just stop and walk! It was scary enough to think about how close I was to falling in the water, but the worst part was that I was convinced I was going to lose the half marathon course! I kept looking back to check people's bibs as I passed them, making sure there were other half runners around. I was terrified that I was going to end up crossing the 5K finish by accident and having to turn back around to find the half again! Yikes!