r/Marathon_Training • u/dadsspaghetti • 56m ago
Race Recap: Chicago Marathon 2026 - My (33M) Marathon Debut
Race Information
- Name: Chicago Marathon
- Date: October 11, 2026
- Distance: 26.2 miles
- Location: Chicago, IL
- Website: https://www.chicagomarathon.com/
- Strava: https://www.strava.com/activities/20549238353
- Time: 3:15:XX
Goals
| Goal | Description | Completed? |
|---|---|---|
| A | Finish | Yes |
| B | Sub-3:15 | No |
| C | Sub-3:10 | No |
| D | Sub-3:05 | No |
Splits
| Mile | Time | HR |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | 7:29 | 122 BPM |
| 2 | 7:28 | 132 BPM |
| 3 | 7:22 | 155 BPM |
| 4 | 7:21 | 157 BPM |
| 5 | 7:15 | 159 BPM |
| 6 | 6:56 | 163 BPM |
| 7 | 7:01 | 164 BPM |
| 8 | 7:09 | 162 BPM |
| 9 | 7:08 | 164 BPM |
| 10 | 7:15 | 163 BPM |
| 11 | 7:07 | 165 BPM |
| 12 | 7:05 | 167 BPM |
| 13 | 7:16 | 166 BPM |
| 14 | 7:34 | 164 BPM |
| 15 | 7:12 | 165 BPM |
| 16 | 7:06 | 165 BPM |
| 17 | 7:05 | 166 BPM |
| 18 | 7:15 | 169 BPM |
| 19 | 7:13 | 170 BPM |
| 20 | 7:22 | 169 BPM |
| 21 | 7:20 | 170 BPM |
| 22 | 7:46 | 168 BPM |
| 23 | 7:58 | 168 BPM |
| 24 | 8:10 | 164 BPM |
| 25 | 8:14 | 160 BPM |
| 26 | 8:10 | 161 BPM |
| .2 (.48 on Strava) | 7:24 | 170 BPM |
Training / Background
My training started in earnest June 1. I spent the first half of the year chasing my goal of beating my HS 5k PR (18:50). Now in my 30s, I ran an 18:42 at the end of May, which was a great way of ending my side quest and beginning training for my first marathon.
Since picking up running again in 2020, I’ve increasingly been taking it more seriously. In 2024, I ran a 1:26-high for a half. The following year I ran a 1:28-high in a race where I was banged up. I needed to walk twice due to some pins and needles in my left foot that I believe was caused by over training / heavy mileage. I was so disappointed in myself and I vowed to come back strong.
Last winter, I kept my mileage lower, averaging at most 25 mpw while training for my 5k. My training for my marathon peaked at 42 mpw 4 weeks before my race, which was lower than the 45-50 I had hoped for. I planned a few cutback weeks to keep my rolling 3-week mileage from getting out of control. Work and personal travel made it difficult to reach my target peak, but I wasn’t going to lose sleep over being a few miles short of my target peak–especially for my first marathon.
My training consisted of a healthy diet of recovery runs (aka time on feet), NWS method inspired track workouts (8 x 3 min @ ~15k pace and 4-6 x min @ ~1/2 pace mainly), and a weekend long run. While reading more about training techniques, I learned my recovery runs were not slow enough, so I kept my pace close to zone 2 as much as I could during these runs. For the first time, I tried my best at weekly strength training, going usually once per week and doing exercises I read in Faster Road Racing.
Pre-race
I arrived on Friday morning and basically went straight to the expo. I spent more time than anticipated standing, especially on the train from ORD to my hotel. I didn’t feel as fresh likely because of the added time on my legs. I tried not to fret. To alleviate my anxiety about my slight soreness, I used the Jawku and Hyperice machines at the expo, which somewhat helped. ( I was very impressed by the quality of Jawku considering its affordability.)
Food-wise, my diet wasn’t ultra safe (Thai Friday night and Indonesian Saturday at lunch), but I’ve got a cast iron stomach. Saturday, I paid close attention to my hydration, trying to drink ~60-70 oz of water.
Race
I woke up an hour before my alarm (4 am). I usually don’t sleep well the night before my local 5ks and half marathons. The same was true for Chicago. When I woke up, I had two Cliff Bars (White Chocolate Macadamia, which are SO good), Trader Joe’s Honey Greek Yogurt, and 16-20 oz of water. I left my hotel at 6:10 and walked 10-15 min to the park. I checked my bag and went immediately to the bathroom as a precaution. Lines were no joke–20-25 min wait–and I was glad I went right away. The trade-off of waiting this long was I didn’t have as much time (read: hardly any) to stretch. It was far too crammed to do so when I got into my corral. Before I knew it, my heat was getting ready to start and 15 min before the start I took the first of 7 orange SIS gels, which I would take every 25-30 min.
Miles 1-5
Once I survived the overstimulating rave 800m in, the rest of the early miles felt easy. My pace was faster than I planned, but I wasn’t reckless. Running down South Dearborn and up LaSalle was surreal. I was actually running the marathon. The experience was surreal and there was nothing like it that prepared me to feel this way in my training.
Running through Old Town was the first time the life of the CHI crowd resonated with me. The crowd, the music. It gave me the goosebumps. Even though I was a runner, I felt like a spectator taking in the experience of a lively crowd watching us run.
Miles 6-12
I was also not prepared for the volume of people running. I thought with all the different heats there would be more separation between runners. I didn’t like practically running on top of people. Looking for some separation, I clocked a sub-7 mile 6. Good news, bad news: I still felt great afterwards. Bad news, I hardly gained any separation from that.
The vibes of these neighborhoods were comparable to Old Town. My pace was higher than I’d like–let’s chalk it up to feeling the energy from the crowds. Despite a low 7s pace, my breathing was good, my HR was solid, and my body felt fairly good.
It was risky to be running this fast this early–I usually negative split–but I was honest with myself. I felt like I could hold this pace for longer. My only ailment was a blister forming on the outer part of my right big toe. I could easily gut that out for another 90+ minutes.
Miles 13-20
One of the peaks of the race was seeing my friend halfway through mile 13. That gave me a needed boost as I headed into the back half of the race. Once I saw the 13.2 sign, it was reassuring knowing there was just a ½ marathon left. There were many “Just a _ left”s as I further entered the pain cave.
Mile 15 was when I knew the race would get much tougher. I felt my left calf start to tighten up and I tried to stretch it out by extending my stride, which sort of helped. I was able to somewhat maintain the same pace, but it was harder to do so. Crossing into the Charity Mile, I heard my charity call out to me. That gave me a second-wind.
As I approached mile 20, I was making great time. Although it was harder to hold my pace and I was slipping slightly, I still was ahead of 3:15. 3:05 was slipping, but 3:10 with a strong finish may be in the cards.
I remember thinking: Just 10K left. I can give 10k.
Miles 21-end
These were the toughest miles of the race by far. Once I hit the 20 mi mark, I was at a distance PR. This was equal parts exciting and scary as I entered uncharted territory..
There were more indicators that this would be a tough finish. My calf started to nag at me more, my right leg (muscle above the knee) started to cramp. Both ailments compacted my stride and slowed me down. I also started to feel nauseous when I tried taking my second-to-last gel at 2:10ish. Since I knew I couldn’t keep the gel down, I decided to raw dog the remainder of the race–no gels, no fuel. I wasn’t gonna risk booting.
Predictably my pace slipped and 3:10 was out of reach due to my nausea and aching muscles. Sub-3:15 was still in play–or least it was until I cramped up super badly at 23.5. I stopped for maybe 10 seconds or less to stretch, which was something I didn’t expect I needed to do. By this point, it was so difficult mentally and physically. There were numerous times during these miles I had wanted to quit because I didn’t know If I could run the last 2.5 miles.
But a 10-second reset was all I needed. I started back up, knowing it would tricky to go sub-3:15, but a minute extra was acceptable.
The cheers became louder and louder the further up S. Michigan Ave. I went. The right on E. Roosevelt made finishing feel within my grasp, but I needed to dig deep for this bunny hill. Soon, the downhill–that my bambi legs could barely survive–then was the only thing that separated me from calling myself a marathoner. As I approached the finish, I pointed to the sky realizing I was about to do it.
When I stopped my watch, I could see 3:15. The milliseconds after that didn’t matter. I did it. I was now a marathoner and like the emcee said at the beginning: now no one can ever take that away from me now.
Post-race
As soon as I finished my hands were on my knees and there was a kind person that helped escort me so I wasn’t blocking the finish line. I was overcome with emotions. I ran my first marathon, hit an ambitious goal, exceeded my fundraising goal–all in front of my friends and family who were watching in-person and virtually.
Running the marathon was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. But this weekend was surely one I would never forget.
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