The marathon was the largest field of runners for Chicago (45,000), but due to the heat about 10,000 registered runners didn't even start the race.
We were sweating at the start line waiting for the gun to go off, and it only got hotter from there, so we played it smart and ran easy, walked through the aid stations, drank a ton of fluids, and actually felt pretty good at the end of the whole ordeal. As we were finishing the race we learned that the heat had affected so many runners that the director decided to cancel the race at about three hours and forty five minutes after the start! The Chicago fire department helicopters were swooping low announcing through the megaphone that the race was canceled and requesting that all runners stop running and walk to the nearest aid station where they would be bussed to the finish line. Runners were dropping all over the place announced by observers yelling "Runner down", and "We need a medic!". Ambulance sirens were non-stop once the race was well under way, and it was rumoured that not only were the marathon medical staff taxed, but the city ran out of ambulances and required the aid of ambulances from surrounding suburbs to transport over 300 people to local hospitals. It was like a war zone. Read the NYT article at New York Times website.
Flushed and hot, but feelin' good after the race.
Geoff, Tom, myself post-race in search of food and beer.
Wyn and myself. Ran the entire race together.
Geoff, Tom, myself post-race in search of food and beer.
Wyn and myself. Ran the entire race together.
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