I didn’t decide where I would be on the course spectating until yesterday, and didn’t tell anyone or post anything regarding where to look for me. And I didn’t make a sign or bring snacks to hand out. It was just me and my camera (until the battery died) on the side of the course. Kind of failed at spectating a little. Oh well. It was still fun! It’s the Chicago Marathon!
I got up around 6:30am and put on the most ridiculous outfit I could manage that I could still run in.
I ran to the Lakefront Path, and crossed the pedestrian underpass near Addison and headed south on the east side of Inner Lake Shore Drive for a couple blocks, and parked myself a few blocks north of mile marker 7. I didn’t make it in time to see the leaders of the wheelchair race, but I did get to see some of them.
I snapped a selfie before it got crazy.
At some point – I think after the wheelchair racers were going by but before the elites – I saw a blind runner go past with his guide – and I lost it. Literally. I started crying. Memo to people (husbands) who think gingers have no souls – we do. I guess I was a little emotional.
Here come the elites
Here come the lead ladies
There was a wall of runners with every pace group. Here’s a video of it later on:
Think he’s a fan of the American Sweathearts?? :)
Lindsay also spotted me but I wasn’t fast enough to snap a pic of her.
I was able to get a pic of Eric. Barely.
And I spotted Dave Mari. He gets around :)
And The King.
I hoped to see some other friends, and stuck around until close to 10am, when they should all have passed me, and then ran home.
Now I’m letting the idea of Chicago 2014 roll around in my head. (Well, it was already rolling around in there.)