Chicago Rock 'n' Roll 10K
And just like that, I felt like I could take on the world.
The Chicago Rock 'n' Roll 10K was memorable in many ways. For one thing, it was the first of my many races to come. Secondly, this was one of the first times I got to explore the beautiful city of Chicago proper, since I had just moved nearby recently. Finally, and probably the best one, it allowed me to sense an awesome feeling of accomplishment.
I'm not sure if it was the wonderful cloudy weather or the fact that I just ran 6.2 miles that I was dreading building up to the race, but all my stress and anxiety had suddenly taken a back seat. And just like that, I felt like I could take on the world.
My First Race
The first of many races to come, and my first real look at Chicago proper since I'd just moved nearby.
Signing Up
Six months into my first "big boy" job, colleagues talked about the Shamrocks and Hot Chocolate races. Scrolling through races that summer, this one — heart of the city, bands every 2 miles, great weather — felt like the perfect start. I convinced a colleague to run it with me.
Preparation
Honestly, I did not prepare for this race. Just thirty minutes on the treadmill about once a week, and hoped for the best.
The race took place on a Sunday. I picked up my friend who lived in the South Loop, found parking (my biggest headache when driving to the city), and then took the train over to the Loop where the race began. The side pictures may not show it, but it rained hard throughout the entire race, beginning at the starting line.
Race Day
The 6.2mi race starts on Columbus Drive near Grant Park and moves up north. I ran through the tourist spots of River North. From there, I turned south, crossed the river and made it back to the Loop.
The route afterwards stays within the Loop, running through the buildings on State Street and Grand Avenue before looping (ignore the pun) back onto Columbus Drive and finishing near Grant Park, just a few feet from the starting line.
Building up to this race, I kept wondering whether I'd be able to finish within the allotted time. Even during the run — as much fun as I was having — a small part of me stayed aware of the clock, especially when my legs started to tire and I slowed to a walk. That doubt crept in, but it never fully took over. Of course, I regret not taking more pictures of the scenery as I completed my miles.
But finishing this race lit a fire in me to chase the next challenge!
