The Race Doesn't Start Until Mile 20...
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October 22nd, 2006 – by: SpartanAnna
An amazing experience. Imagine 26.2 miles of people lining both sides of the street, at least 9 bodies deep, everyone screaming, playing music, ringing bells, holding up signs... handing out beers (yes, for real. several people were doing this. I kindly declined...). Even if you're not a runner, you MUST go to Chicago to watch the marathon at some point in your life. Essentially, its a massive outdoor party.
My dad was by my side every step of the way, which made the whole thing that much better. I remember baaasically wanting to die after mile 23, and I cried a little bit at mile 24 out of pure exhaustion (and I am NOT a crier), but I’d do it again in a second. The months of waking up at 6am on Saturday mornings to run 18 miles, nursing blisters on my (nasty, nasty) feet, spending all my money on running clothes instead of outfits for the bar, the fact that I can't even move a single muscle in my body right now... its all worth how I felt crossing the finish line, just knowing I continually pushed myself mentally and physically to accomplish something so… I guess I can say it, absolutely insane :)
And I can't belive I can say this, but when's the next one???
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