Since today’s stats will be mostly taken up with my race report on the 2009 Shamrock Shuffle 8k race this morning, I’m going to get the writing report out of the way. Here goes:
On Writing: I got through another 35 pages of Meet the Larssons (to 311), re-reading and marking up on the train. I have had no time at all to work on it in the evenings or even at lunch, but even so, it’s moving along a little. I didn’t do anything on it this weekend; Saturday was taken up with personal business stuff, and today was the race and then Junior’s 5-1/4th birthday party (he turned 5 at the end of December but we put off his party to get past the holidays and in hopes of warmer weather, ha ha), so no room for writing. Maybe this week will be better, but I think I’ve got another 2-3 weeks at this level of intensity before things even out.
On Running: The weather report last night looked pretty bad, and for once the predictions were spot on. It started snowing around midnight, and by 7:30am (two hours before race start), this is what it looked like in our backyard. It was about 30 degrees.
I got downtown early enough and trudged half a mile through the slush to the C0ngress H0tel, where CARA (the Chicago Area Runners Association) had its indoor, members-only gear check. By the time I got there, my shoes were already soaked through from the enormous puddles of slush everywhere. I ducked into the Starbucks at the Blackstone Hotel on the next block for a quick espresso (which I think helps my time), and this is what it looked like on Michigan Avenue just before 9am:
I trudged through more icy slush to my start corral, and was in place by 9:15, 15 minutes before the start of the race. I had earned a preferred starting position by time last year, which in a race with 30,000+ entrants, is a big deal — if you’re stuck at the back, it can take 20 minutes just to get across the starting line, and you’re backed up for most of the race. The price is that you have to be in your corral early, which today meant 15 minutes of standing in place with my feet slowly numbing. Here I am at the start:
I was smiling because my toes had stopped hurting; I couldn’t feel them at all. And I didn’t for the rest of the race.
My goal was to finish in less than 38 minutes, since I’m pretty sure that’s the time I need to get the same starting position next year. Since I did more than 2 minutes better than that last year, I thought it was possible, but considering the weather and my inconsistent running over the winter, I wasn’t sure.
There was no let up in the snow, wind, or the slush for the whole race. The Sun-Times has pictures here; the Tribune has pictures here. Race conditions were miserable to outright shitty, worse than the torrential rain during the 2008 Chicago Half Marathon, since the temperature was 30 degrees lower.
I missed the first two mile markers and I wasn’t wearing a watch (still need a new battery), so I was shocked when I got to the 3-mile mark and saw that I’d been running much faster than I thought. I was able to finish in 36:48, almost exactly a minute slower than last year but comfortably under my goal time. Here I am at the finish; you can see that the weather didn’t get any better. At this point, I was happy about my time but seriously concerned about frostbite on my toes and possibly the soles of my feet.
I hurried through the finisher chutes, got more coffee, and grabbed my dry clothes. I considered changing at the hotel, but was worried that my feet would just get wet again by the time I got to the garage, so I waited until I was in my car and got out of my wet tights, socks, and shoes and into dry things. My feet felt better in new wool socks and dry running shoes, but the feeling didn’t really start to come back until I got into the shower an hour later, and then the pins and needles were almost excrutiating. It’s almost 9pm as I write this, and my feet still feel tingly and weird.
I was really surprised at my time, considering that my shoes alone must each have been carrying an extra 5 pounds of water with every step. And the running I did on the treadmill this winter did a better job of maintaining my speed than I thought it would; I’m really glad we bought it. Thank you, Craigslist.
All in all, I’m glad I did it, but it was pretty stupid. I think 33,000 people registered for the race, and just over 13,000 finished. There’s always a little attrition at races, but two-thirds? Where’s that flinty Chicago toughness we’re known for?
What a bunch of wimps to back out like that. :)
Yes, the weather sucked. Jenn and I almost bailed on it ourselves. Actually, when we were getting out of the car she told me that if I said I wasn’t going she was going to stay home too. Oh well, it’s a story to tell the grandkids.
That’s why running with a partner is so valuable. Each partner’s unwillingness to admit that they don’t wanna do it keeps both partners locked in. Not sure what my excuse was, except that having started blogging/tweeting about it, I couldn’t bring myself to say, “Oh, never mind, I didn’t know it was going to be cold.”
My feet finally feel normal, anyway. But I think I’m coming down with something.
Here’s a link to Mike’s race report at Everything Under the Sun.
Here’s video from the race that I filmed while running. I was also twittering too.
Phampants, that video is completely AWESOME. You captured entire experience. Carrying that camera must’ve been a total pain in the ass, though.
Oh, I’ve been running & blogging for over a year now. My friends & I started this on accident over 2 yrs ago when I was trying to motivate my high school seniors to write their 5 page final. I told them if I can run a half marathon (I never ran prior) they have to do their final. Since then, I’ve been filming races and runs.
What made yesterday difficult was that I was running, filming AND tweeting. That was a challenge.
Well, yes, that. And the cold, snow, wind, slush, and frostbite. Those were challenges, too.