Last year competing in the Chicago Men's Health
Urbanathlon reignited a lost
passion in me for competing and running. That drive remains strong today after
a year of consistent training. I returned with my wife this past weekend
to compete again. I was initially reluctant when she first wanted to do
the event last year and took some convincing.
I am glad I came around and am thankful for her in that she pushes me
and brings out the best in me.
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The love of my life in green on her way to a PR. Race day photos from BazuSports. |
The Urbanathlon is a unique and very fun race that combines 9.75 miles of
running with numerous obstacles that test strength and smarts. The obstacles are no
joke ranging from tires, barricades, hurdles (low, high and marine), monkey
bars, walls, and a massive stair climb that all serve to equalize the
competition. The race attracts a wide
range of people more traditional road races do not for which I love it. The backdrop along Chicago’s lakefront is
beautiful. The organizers fixed many of
the problems from 2010 and put on a great event for all.
I was a bit nervous for my love because she had stitches in her side from a
mountain biking wreck the week prior.
This was her first run since but in the end there was no trouble outside
of some soreness. I was happy because
she was more excited about this event than me, strength training junkie she is. I had my own problems from a touch of food poisoning
the night before. I was dehydrated and a
touch hungry. I can’t say it impacted my
performance much if any outside of manageable discomfort.
We started the race in wave one. I
took off quick fast at the start and even led the race for ten seconds or
so. Turns out these things are not about
how you start but how you finish. I
eased into a comfortably brisk pace and watched as the top of the field passed
me by over the next two miles. The air
was cold and I felt a chill in my lungs pushing it in and out. I was desperately thirsty by the first water
stop two miles in and drank up. I
typically don’t need to hydrate during efforts safely under two hours but today
was different. I felt refreshed and
pushed on.
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The event is heavily male dominated. |
I felt strong going into the first obstacle a bit past the first 5k, even
passed a few of the competition. The
first obstacle was a rude wake up. The
tires, and police barricades quickly sent my heart pounding to its max. Every obstacle was like similarly like this
with the key being able to recover on the run.
The obstacles were where I passed and was passed the most. Like I mentioned earlier they are equalizers
and everyone has specific strengths. After
the first round of obstacles it was another 5k to the next. I kicked it up a notch in this flat stretch
and traded positions several times with some of my evenly matched
competition. The lead woman passed me
here with a quickness.
Coming out of the second set of obstacles I was no longer thirsty but had
side aches. It could have been caused by
anything but it was mental. My calves
were sore but I still had an amazing performance left in me. Triathlon, intervals, and hill training have
all taught me how to get an amazing performance out of a reluctant body. This was a short anaerobic effort for the
most part and the discomfort was not cause for alarm. I used to fear that pain but now embrace it. I pushed it quite successfully for the last
5k before the stair climb. I passed some
of the competition on the stairs and some of them passed me. I trained hills a lot but stairs are
different animals. I sprinted them when
I could, maxing out my heart, and briskly walked them at times too.
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The entire field was on average faster than the year before and the top two finished in under 1 hour. |
Coming out of the stairs I punched it, odd as it sounds the stairs served as
a recovery from running. Probably
recruit different muscle groups. A nice
big downhill awaited and no one I have met has ever out downhill raced me. I passed a gentleman and kept pushing. There was something like a mile left and I
was exhausted and close to failure.
Close does not mean failure though and I gave my last big push. I suspect my last mile was a minute faster than
the rest. I picked up a few more spots
and didn’t believe my eyes turning the final quarter mile. Ahead of me was the lead female who I had not
seen since mile 3. The gap between us
looked implausible to cover but I made a go for it anyways, almost caught up too.
She made it into the finish line obstacles a couple seconds ahead of me. I gained time on her over the taxis and bus but
she proved quicker going over the wall and beat me by a few seconds into the
finish. Congratulations to her, and I
must thank her for the motivation in the final push. I felt like throwing up at the finish, a
sensation with little precedent. A year
of consistent training paid off big, my finish time was 18 minutes (21%) faster
than the year before. My wife finished shortly
later with similar year over year improvements.
We rounded out the day with some deep dish pizza and shopping. The Chicago weekend was a lot of fun and I
look forward to next year.