We were up early and out the door by 7:00 AM on Sunday Morning, 10/10/10. My friend Susan and I took a bus to a Green Line elevated train station, then headed north into the Loop to transfer to a Pink Line train.
So what were we doing up so early to get a Pink Line train? We were off to watch the Chicago Marathon from the Pilsen Neighborhood as the runners came by at mile 19. Chicago’s Marathon is one of the biggest and most important marathons in the world (one of the five top marathons)…38,000 runners competing to run 26+ miles in the fastest times possible. Of course, only a handful of world-class runners are part of that crowd and they are in it for the money, competition, and glory. The rest are just amateurs who want to push themselves to the limit of their endurance and better their existing times.
In Chicago, the Marathon is a big deal…streets are shut down, bus routes are changed, a hundreds of thousands of people line the 26 mile raceway. For us, it is an exciting and moving experience to see this event, and even in our small way, to participate. More on that later.
As we rode the elevated train through The Loop, we could see thousands of runners crossing the Chicago River on the LaSalle Street bridge heading north on the first part of their journey. That in itself was amazing to see.
We chose to go to Pilsen as it is mainly a Hispanic section and we were told they really put on an extravaganza for this event….and our information was correct. Pilsen residents were cheering, banging on drums, holding signs encouraging their favorite runners and celebrating this major event.
We got there just in time to see the lead runner heading down 18th St. As I said earlier, the runners had already done 19 miles when we saw them. We joined in the crowd cheering them all on. Most looked in pretty good shape, but a few showed signs of exhaustion. Ambulances and police were there to assist any runner who needed help.
Soon, the number of runners passing us got larger and larger. Walking down 18th Street, we came to the Gatorade and water stations where runners could refresh themselves. There were a ton of volunteers to help with that.
Soon, we came to a number of large children’s swimming pools, filled with water and sponges…and volunteers handing out water-soaked sponges to any runners that wanted them. They appeared to be short of volunteers, so Susan and I grabbed some sponges and started handing them out.
That morning, we gave out hundreds of sponges to runners. Some of them had enough energy to thank us, which I found amazing. For that moment in time, I was part of the Marathon and part of Chicago…and it felt very good.
The Marathon itself lasted long into the day. We even saw runners down on 33rd St. as we headed home in the late afternoon on the El. Of the 38,000 who participated, just about 36,000 finished. All 23 of the wheelchair participants also finished…as did 8 runners from the Achilles Team of Wounded Veterans. The first nine finishing runners were from either Kenya or Ethiopia. Those guys can run.
It was very special to see these runners and wheelchair participants from all over the world. It was a highlight of this Chicago trip, for sure. When I get some extra time, I will post some of the best photos from the Marathon into an album and post them to the Net. Will let you know when it is done.
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