An Open Letter to the City of Chicago

Dear City of Chicago,

Chicago Skyline from Amtrak {First glance of the Windy City from our Amtrak train window}

You held a little event this past week, the 35th Annual Bank of America Chicago Marathon. Obviously, you guys have been doing this deal a long time and have it down to a science.  You anticipated the crowds, the tourists, the lines and the strain on transportation.    You were ready for us on Columbus Day weekend.  But I wasn’t ready for you.

chicago marathon expochicago marathon expo start#ownchicagoChicago Marathon Expo Startchicago marathon name boardThis was my first marathon.  Not my first CHICAGO marathon, but my first time ever running 26.2 miles.  Needless to say, I was a little pukey and testy with nerves.  Just ask Husband – I’m lucky he didn’t shove me off the train 30 miles outside of Kansas City. 

From the minute I stepped foot in Union Station on Saturday, I was overwhelmed.  From the train conductors, bus drivers, police officers, store employees, hotel managers and EXPO volunteers, you all acted as if this was the FIRST Chicago Marathon.  As if having almost 2 million people take over your city wasn’t an annoyance, but a privilege.  I can’t tell you how many times a city employee – a stranger – asked “Are you running this weekend? Oh, how great!!! Where are you from? Have an amazing time, and good luck to you!”  Never mind that I’m holding up the entire line because I have NO idea how to put my transit card in the little slot. Let’s just chat all day, CTA Shirley!! 

Everything was so well organized.  I mean, put 45,000 runners in one place and it’s bound to be chaos.  The porta-potty lines were short at the start, the corrals were clearly labeled, and the PA system was loud enough for us to hear waaaaaay back in our 4:30 pace group.

chicago marathon starting line{Fellow RUNcher, Libby & I waiting to cross the start line}

chicago marathon start {Along with thousands of our closest friends}

And you locals in your ‘hoods. You amazing little drunk party animals, you. You treated me like a ROCKSTAR.  I totally get why Keith Richards won’t hang up his skinny jeans – having thousands of strangers yell your name is life changing!  And I don’t mean, “Look how cool they think I am” life changing. I mean “Look how much love they want to share” life changing.  From the abuelitas holding bowls of narajas and the *fabulous* gents in Boystown strutting their stuff, to the adorable high-fiving little league team, the Gangnam Style dancers in Korea Town, the clever signmakers, and that sweet, sweet angel at mile 8 with the glob of Vaseline – you showed so much enthusiasm for me, I would have thought I was winning (I was not. Not even close.).  You were so proud of your city and your neighborhood, and me. You were proud of ME!

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And my family. Oh, oh, my friends and family.  Friends gave me gifts, presents and words of encouragement the days leading up to the trip.

chicago marathon shoe gift hoxAnd Team Thode – Husband, Em Em Dub, Lil Kathy, Dancin’ Darrell, Assistant Annie and SIL braved the early morning and cold with hilarious signs, tshirts and canyon-wide smiles.  Knowing I would see them up ahead kept me excited to tick away the miles. 

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Marathoners tell you about hitting “the wall”.  The wall is a moment, a mile, a FEW miles, when you mentally and physically don’t think you can go one more step.  I never even came close to the wall.  You, Chicago, made me fly.  I was having such a good time watching YOU, I kind of forgot I was about to accomplish something HUGE.  I wouldn’t know this until later, but I was running negative splits.  When I was supposed to be getting slower, I was running stronger and faster.

chicago marathon 2012{There we go!}

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Suddenly, I saw the sign.  25.2. That’s when it hit me that I only had one mile left.  I was actually going to do this.  I was about to do something I said I would never do, could never do.  I pushed as hard as I could that last mile, running for the finish with everything I had left, minus a little pee. I’m telling you – I was EXCITED!!!!!

Chicago marathon smile As I rounded the last corner, who do I see in the crowd but my parents, running down the street and yelling my name like this was a scripted scene from some Katherine Hegel movie.  As I entered the final straight away, there are bleachers FILLED with people on either side of me yelling “You did it, Megan! You are a marathoner!” and that’s when the tears came.  A woman who’s face I will never forget asked me my name, I blubbered something and she said “Megan, today is a big day.  Congratulations, you are a marathoner!” and she put a medal around my neck.

finish line chicago marathonChicago, you made my first marathon more than a race.  It was an unforgettable experience that I will never be able to replicate.  You were classy, fun, motivating and supportive.  Thank you, Chicago!! Now, let’s party!

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