The Chicago Marathon was off to a great start. I had spent the morning hanging out with my brother, whom was also running, the weather was cool, but not cold, my body felt energetic and I was injury-free. For the race I decided to wear some of my ultra sexy running shorts. As these were designed for runners, they had two small gel pockets, one on each hip. To help fuel me through my 26.2, I had stashed four Rocktanes in these pockets, hoping to take them every 30-45 minutes. Almost immediately I noticed something was wrong. The bit of extra weight at my hips was gone. Not more than five miles in I had managed to lose all four gels. At the time I was just annoyed, but I didn’t think it’d come back to haunt me. Through 13.1 I was doing great. I was on pace to PR by…
And I Bonked – or how I nearly DNF’d the Chicago Marathon
