Yep, Will's time is toast. You could argue his time in Boston was more difficult due to the course - but I don't care. He can come to Chicago if he wants to. My total was 3:47:25 (unofficial time), or 21 minutes faster than the Sunburst marathon I ran in June. And this time there was no diarrhea or vomiting! I ran the entire race, did not even walk the water stops, and even though I lost the pace team several times, I ran a nice consistent race that I'm very happy with. More details to come...

Ok, here begins the story of my second marathon.
First a bit about my newly discovered marathon routine. Diet, the day before: Morning - no eat, slept late until noon or so
Afternoon - B100 vitamin, oatmeal, wheat germ, banana, gatorade, water, pancakes made from atta flour , syrup. strawberries
Evening - Sweet potato, shrimp, broccoli, whole wheat spaghetti, yellow squash, gatorade, about 5 pm
midnight snack - more sweet potato and wheat pancakes
Morning, 3 hours before start: 3/4 cup oats cooked in 1 cup water. 3/4 cup oat O's. 1/2 banana. Some cocoa. Toss in the blender with a bit more water and puree into a disgusting mess. Choke it down, it's good for you!
Drink 16 ounces of water 2 hours before the race (1 hour after the goop above).
Now here's the day's events:
I actually planned on leaving the house around 5 am (right after breakfast) but it took me until about 6 to get out. I had my 3 bucks for the parking thingie and everything else - iPod (wrapped in a sandwich bag and rubber band), headphones, tiny clothespin, black long sleeved "Hopper" shirt with bib number on front and 3:55 pace sign on back, two goos safety pinned to shorts (so they don't flop around), bottle of water.
When I get to the parking thingie, I realize I'm a couple of quarters short, and frantically start feeding the machine dimes, which it spits out like errant pistachios. I realize the brute wants nickels instead, and get the ticket printed, 6:08. Jog to the train and get on. Train doesn't leave until 6:22. I'm nervous.
I get to a few blocks from Michigan avenue and spot some porta potties, so I decide to go now, just in case. Lots of interesting characters in line. I'm done around 7:15, and march down to the start, where I have to check my gear. There's a huge mass of people that I have to fight through to get to the gear check. I decide to ditch both my sweatpants and sweatshirt, even though it's about 38 degrees.
I start pushing my way through the massive crowd, and try to find the right spot in the corral. Once I get near the front (around the 3:55 pace group) I find a nearby tree and try to do some stretches. About 5 minutes before the start, I hop the fence and set my sights on the pace group again. I'll see if I can keep them ahead of me for the whole race to make my goal of 3:58:12 (Will Ferrel's time). The gun goes off and ..nothing. I hear a commotion, cheering, etc. but it's a full 8 minutes before I actually reach the start. I was pretty focused on the race the whole time, so I only remember a few distinct moments. I remember the light rain around North Avenue, and taking a full mile to choke down a chocolate Power Gel (between 7 and 8). I also remember the friendly people along Lincoln avenue, and all the dogs along that stretch (I reached down and patted one on the head). I also remember all the yells of "Come on, Hopper!" and "Go Hopper!" and slapping people's outstretched hands. I watched for my parents around mile 13, in the New Balance tent. Nowhere to be found. At mile 14, I tried to eat another energy gel, but after one bite, it slipped out of my hands, not to be retrieved. I looked for my friend Rich, who I told to wait for me outside our favorite Mexican spot with a bowl of menudo. No such luck. I passed there and started worrying about the bridge to Archer Avenue around mile 20 and the entry to Chinatown. The bridge was not as tough as I expected. All this time, I was running through the water stops in spite of advice from others to walk through them. But I managed to keep a fairly consistent pace throughout. I actually only stopped for water every 3 miles or so. With the turn into Bronzeville, about mile 23, I started feeling a bit tight in the hamstring area. But I shrugged it off and kept running. Some nice TNT folks were there at mile 25, where I felt a twinge of a cramp in my right quad. But it did not last long. All the training over the last 18 weeks must have taken over. The final hill over to Columbus was tough, but I just kept running, knowing that if I walked I could get into trouble. The last few hundred yards, I tried my hardest to sprint, but it was probably not too impressive. I looked for the finish line

and collapsed into a folding chair just beyond it.
Once I cooled off a bit, I got out of the chair (ouch, it hurts!) and got some freebie snacks, then headed to the meeting point that I carefully laid out to my parents. Well, they showed up a couple of hours late, but I was still happy to see them, and was glad my sister finished as well (in 4:45, her first marathon!) It started getting chilly, so mom and I headed to the L while my dad and sis headed to her house by car, all to meet up later. A great day!
First half - 1:53:10
Second half - 1:54:15