After running my first Rock ‘n’ Roll Chicago Half Marathon two years ago, I swore up and down that I would never do that race again. I didn’t have a particularly bad experience with Rock ‘n’ Roll or the race as an entity, but the race as a concept–that is, a half marathon in the middle of July in Chicago–just seemed like a stupid idea. While, admittedly, this is about the time in marathon season where I’d need to run that distance anyway regardless of whether a medal awaited me at the end or not, there are so many better times of the year to run a half marathon in Chicago, I felt, and since I had done the race once, I really didn’t think I’d need to do it again.
Well, things change, and once again I found myself registered for this race. Fortunately, the weather on Sunday could not have been less mid-July-like, with temperatures in the low 70s, a dew point of 64 degrees (a vast improvement from the 72 degree dew points we had more than once last week), mostly overcast conditions, and a cooling breeze out of the north *praise hands emoji*.
I got to the race a bit later than I expected and panicked while waiting in a portapotty line that I wouldn’t make it into my corral in time (a stupid worry, in hindsight, given that Rock ‘n’ Roll’s “policing” of its corral is nonexistent), but I got through quickly and managed to get into Corral 10 with time to spare. (A perhaps interesting side note: I was in Corral 10 of 20 at this year’s race. In 2015, I was in Corral 20 of 36. In 2015, there were 14,060 finishers between the 10K and half marathon; this year, there were 12,002 finishers between the two races. The downward trend in finishers continues!).
Despite favorable-for-mid-July conditions, I didn’t have any goals/hopes/dreams for this race other than to finish. I had some hamstring soreness Saturday evening that continued Sunday morning (but fortunately has now cleared up) that I didn’t want to aggravate during the race, which was all the more reason to hang back, at least in the early miles. My soreness didn’t bother me at all while running, which was a nice surprise.
I’ve run downtown enough times to know that my watch can’t make sense of all the tall buildings, so I manually lapped my watch at each mile marker I saw. I missed mile two, so I didn’t get any splits for that mile, but from what I could see, it looked like I was running fairly consistently in the 10:35-10:45 range. That’s about what I expected out of myself for this race, so I didn’t have any complaints.
The forecast leading up to the race had consistently called for morning thunderstorms, so when I turned onto Michigan Ave. a little bit before the halfway point and saw dark clouds looming in the north, I panicked. My worst fear heading into Sunday was that a thunderstorm would pop up while I was on the south portion of Michigan Ave. with no nearby place to shelter, and it looked to me like that was becoming a possibility. I picked up my pace and started doing 10:2x miles, somehow thinking that I’d be able to outrun a storm at that clip. It ended up not even raining, so my speed was unnecessary, but I suppose better safe than sorry?
Rock ‘n’ Roll went WELL above and beyond the call of duty in the on-course cooling department. I assume the race assumes the weather is going to be miserable during Rock ‘n’ Roll Chicago, given that it’s always in the middle of July, but the cooling mechanisms available were borderline excessive, given the not-steamy conditions. I didn’t mind them, necessarily, but it seemed to me like there were more open fire hydrants this year than in 2015, when it was extremely steamy. On the other hand, the water stations weren’t running on empty by the time I got to them this year, either, which was a nice change from my 2015 experience with this event.
My usual, not-trying-to-do-anything-spectacular goal for a half marathon is 2:15, and coming up Columbus, I thought I had a decent chance at, if not hitting 2:15, at least finishing in the 2:17 minute. I crossed the finish line in 2:17:15, so self-high five for my last minute accurate prediction 😛 Also, I continued to loathe how much of Columbus we had to run for the final stretch of this course. It seriously feels like you will never, ever get to the finish line since it is SO. FAR. AWAY. compared to other Columbus finish lines (i.e.: those of the Shamrock Shuffle and the Chicago Marathon).
I collected my medal (which, along with the t-shirt, I am not a fan of. The t-shirt design seems wildly uninspired to me, especially compared to what I got in Nashville and at RnR Chicago two years ago, and I really think we should ban race medal interpretations of the Bean. I hated it on the Chicago Marathon medal in 2015 and I hate it on this medal, too. It looks like a manatee in both instances, and, with so many other, easier-to-represent Chicago icons, I wish races would go with anything else.) and proceeded to the post-race party, where I stretched out a particularly grumpy right hip and relaxed for a bit. All things considered, I’m pretty satisfied with this race. We really couldn’t have hoped for better weather this time of year, and I’m so glad it didn’t storm on us!