Incidentally, that Disneyland post needs updating. Chicago is now the hottest race I've ever run.
When water cups were available, they were often half-empty. (In this matter, I'm a pessimist.) As the race wore on, Gatorade was served piping hot.
There was a single sponge station somewhere in the 20-mile range.
A bank around Jackson Street showed the temperature at 90 degrees.
As mentioned below, confusion spread after the "race closed" announcement. Cops, firemen and race officials yelled, "walk." Months of training hollered, "run if you can." I believe the term for that is cognitive dissonance.
Rumors spread that the timing mats were turned off.
One race offical yelled that running to the finish line still wouldn't get you a medal.
Chicago hopes to host the 2016 Summer Olympics.
When I left for LA on Tuesday morning, the temperature was 58 degrees.
(Photo credit: MSNBC.)
1 comment:
I think raising a bit of a stink about their behavior at the marathon would be EVER so appropriate for the Chicago sports officials to hear, once it's Olympics time.
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