Shockingly, I awoke with my alarm, met at the pre-arranged spot at 4, and made it up to Chicago to check-in and get to our starting corrals along the lake shore just to the east of Soldier Field. The weather was decent. Nice cool temps in the upper 50s, but one big problem (for me anyway): 100% humidity. It wasn't raining, but if you moved fast enough (say, at 7.5 mph or so), you would pick up moisture. Compound that with my natural sweatiness issues, and I was soaking wet as I crossed the finish line on the 50 yd line of Soldier Field.
My race time: 1:22:22 (8:14/mi pace)
So, a little faster than my half-marathon pace last month. With just a few runs longer than 5 or 6 miles since then, I was pretty happy with that.
A few "highlights" during the race included:
- A number of unprepared people for a 10 mile race. I overheard multiple conversations between miles 3 and 5 where folks were worried about not making it. That is a bad sign when you are not even to the halfway turnaround.
- Two racers passed out receiving medical attention between miles 7 and 9 (I didn't say these were necessarily good highlights).
- The jackass in front of my jumping up to touch the finish line sign as we crossed it. He tripped and fell. And rolled his ankle. It made me smile.
Sunday morning I woke up naturally at 6:30 and was out on my bike by 7:30. Temps were supposed to reach 90 with humidity, so I wanted to get my miles in early. I ended up riding south into the wind to Tuscola and back. Turned out to be just under 50 miles with a short detour caused by some "curious" (read: evil) dogs whose owners felt it unnecessary to chain up.
Sunday afternoon we grilled at my house. It was a pork-stravaganza with brats and hots dogs from Nick's Meats in southern MN and pork burgers from a local butcher. There was also some fruit. And beer. And sipping tequila from Cabo. And some German tortes, brought by a friend who just happened to be in Germany last week.
Monday was kicked off with some yard work, followed by my first swim workout of the year in the 50m outdoor pool. It feels good to swim with the sun shining on you, and I really like how different sections of the pool have different temps based on where the sun is at in the sky. Also, 50m is longer than 25 yards (more than twice as long for those of you who struggle with metric conversions). Having less than half the "breaks" when you turn around at the pool wall is noticeable. Take my word for it.
Around 12:30 I headed out on my bike to Vermillion County. It was about 30 miles to one of my friend's parents home where we did a shrimp boil and got a farm tour. And played bags. And wiffle ball. And drank lots of wine and beer. Binge drinking is, after all, the most American way to honor our troops.
It was a good weekend.