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45 DOWN, 5 TO GO…

Triple Lake Trails Marathon, North Carolina
Number of Runners: 55 (filled to capacity)
Elevation: 15
Time: 4:18:12
Weather: 71 degrees, partly cloudy

What better was to celebrate Halloween than by running through the enchanted forest of Guilford County. The Triple Lake Trails could be an eerie place, especially on October 31st. The trees are thick and gnarled, and the trail winds confusingly through the backwoods in a never ending “Blair Witch” like conundrum. Weird noises echoed off in the distance, first sounding like barking dogs, then like blowing wind whistling through tree branches, only to reverberate into the dull roar of a distant stream, the direction of which could never be isolated. Spooky stuff.

Luckily the trail was well marked. It still was tricky going, though, with lots of potential hazards lurking below a thick layer of fallen leaves which effectively concealed most of the obstacles. I fell several times, as did many of the other runners. Being that it’s Halloween, I kept envisioning these skeleton hands hiding below the surface and grabbing at our feet and ankles as we past by.

The sun shot broken shards of light through the thickets, distorting the ground and playing tricks with your footing. There were times when everything melded into one, as though you could step freely onto a stable floor of leaves, but this was just an illusion. Every footstep needed to be executed with precision, or a stumble was inevitable. Combine this technically challenging terrain with plenty of climbs and descents, and you have one haunting Halloween marathon.

This was the sixth “Trail Marathon” during the Endurance 50. As much as I love running on trails, after forty-four marathons, a mellower version—kind of a Triple Lake Trails Marathon “Lite”—would have been just fine, thank you. But the people and the setting turned something that would have been memorable, into something that will be unforgettable. The Endurance 50 has been about superlatives, and today the streak continued.

There was a marathon finish party setup outside of VF corporate headquarters (VF is the parent company of The North Face, who is the title sponsor of the Endurance 50). I ran to the finish with the 5th grade class of a local school, and were met by the Mayor and the Chairman & CEO of VF. They were serving lunch to 1,200 employees and members of the community. After the luncheon, they presented me with a bronzed shoe commemorating the Endurance 50, and a donation of $5,000 to Karno Kids to help support youth outdoor activity programs. They invited my daughter and son, as well as me, onto the stage to accept the award and donation, which I think illustrates VF’s commitment to our youth and community.

After the presentation, I got to spend some time with the other runners, swapping war stories from the trail, comparing bruises, and laughing about the juxtaposition of finishing one of the most demanding marathons of your life, and then being ushered to an awards banquet directly afterward covered in dirt and grime.

After all the runners had departed, we packed up the bus, loaded everybody onboard, and headed off down the highway once again. Thanks to you all for a Halloween “treat” my family and I will never forget.

On the road again,
Dean & Crew

P.S. The “finish party” in New York City will be on November 5th from 12:00-4:00 PM. The location is at The North Face retail store: 2101 Broadway (at 73rd), New York, (not far from the NYC Marathon finish). Phone number: 212-362-1000

All Endurance 50 participants (at any of the 50 marathons across the country), guests and fans are welcomed. So please swing by if you can!

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44 DOWN, 6 TO GO…

Kiawah Island Marathon, South Carolina
Number of Runners: 31
Elevation: 100
Time: 4:23:37 (27.8 miles*)
Weather: 75 degrees, sunny

Sunday was cool and windy, today was warm and sunny, with hardly a breath of wind. Yesterday there were tens of thousands of people lining the streets, today on Kiawah Island there were just an intimate group of us runners. Yesterday was hurried and stressful, today was breezy and relaxed. While there’s no such thing as an “easy” marathon, today was about as good as it gets.

Kiawah Island is one laid-back place, and the atmosphere at the start was tranquil and easygoing. There was hardly a ruffle of air, the leaves hung lazily from the trees as the morning sun poked through the branches. Birds chirped. Squirrels gathered acorns. Deer grazed on nearby shrubs, unruffled by the crowd. The stillness was broken, however, when the group started off down the road, hooting and hollering as we proceeded on our way.

There was very little traffic on the road, so we got to talking early on. Two of the runners had run with me in Seattle and, on a whim, decided to fly out today to run another (beats sitting at a desk, as one of them put it). Another had come down from Canada (to work on his tan). There was a German athlete celebrating her 50th birthday today, the marathon was a present from her husband, who was also running with us. We had a spirited young couple from Atlanta (“he’s driving home,” she said, “and I’m sleeping”). There were six first-time marathoners, a handful of ultramarathoners, several triathletes, and a member of the Air Force Special Ops, with an insignia on his calf, NSDQ (Night Stalkers Don’t Quit).

The run was quite flat, and remarkably scenic. We passed by several ponds and pristine marshlands, wove through numerous tree-lined streets, ran along a meandering footpath that was shaded by a canopy of green vines and shrubs, and passed by some of the most stunning estates I have ever seen. When we ran past one of the lakes near a golf course, there were two eyes and some flaring nostrils lurking along the surface. Yes, an alligator!

All was going beautifully well, until we missed a turn. I felt so badly for the other runners who followed me the wrong way, but scarcely a grumble was heard as we retraced our steps backwards, except from me. I felt so horrible. When we finally did cross the finish line, my GPS read 27.8* miles. It was my second “ultra” during the Endurance 50, and a fitting conclusion to an otherwise “easy” marathon.

All of the runners today were incredibly upbeat and appreciative, even though I misguided a group of them down the wrong path. One of guys commented that it was his first marathon, his Personal Record, and also his first ultramarathon, all in one day! With an attitude like that, there’s no such thing as a wrong turn, just a few extra training miles among friends.

As my daughter, Alexandria, is fond of saying: “When life hands you lemons, make lemonade.”

Always the best,
Dean

P.S. Many of you have asked about the “finish party” in New York City on November 5th. Provided I make it that far, all of you are invited! It’s taking place from 12:00-4:00 PM near the NYC Marathon finish at The North Face retail store located at 2101 Broadway (at 73rd), New York, phone number (212) 362-1000. Please swing by if you can!

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43 DOWN, 7 TO GO…

Marine Corp Marathon, Virginia
Number of Runners: 34,000
Elevation: 365
Time: 3:37:27
Weather: 60 degrees, very windy

They call the Marine Corps Marathon, “The People’s Marathon,” and now I understand why. Besides the 34,000 runners, there were nearly 100,000 spectators lining the course. This is a marathon of the People, by the People, and for the People. And what better way to commemorate our independence, to celebrate our freedom, to honor our liberty and the men and women who protect it, than to boldly undertake the challenge of running a marathon through our nation’s capital.

It was a proud moment as I stood at the starting line and they announced to the crowd that I was running my forty-third consecutive marathon. The Marine’s next to me saluted me, which gave me the chills and made me chuckle at the same time. I got the chills because I felt so honored; I chuckled because we were all standing there in running gear.

Many of my friends and training partners are active in the service or have served our country. I am forever grateful to those who have protected our freedom and the rights of freedom loving people across the world. Running the Marine Corp Marathon was my way of saying, “Thank you.”

It was impossible not to feel proud to be an American as you ran past the Kennedy Center, entered the National Mall, ran past the Lincoln Memorial, Washington Monument, and then by our nation’s Capitol. On the return, you pass the Jefferson Memorial, the Pentagon, and eventually finish at the Marine Corps War Memorial. It is truly a beautiful course, a marathon of the monuments.

Conditions today were tough, with a strong wind blowing out of the north. There were also plenty of hills to contend with, especially near the end. My body is still a bit brutalized from the spill I took on Friday, and it showed, not just in the bandages on the outside, but also in the bruises and muscle soreness on the inside, which slowed me down. A few more days of heeling will be welcomed.

The people today were terrific, both the other runners and the spectators. This is the land of the free and the home of the brave, and I saw plenty of heroic efforts during the marathon, especially near the end when people were really hurting. Several runners ran arm-in-arm, shuffling courageously toward the finish. One man apparently collapsed ten feet from the finish, and then crawled across the line. Another limped on one leg through the finish as passersby shouted words of encouragement. Today, we
American’s band together, and although it wasn’t always pretty, we got the job done.

Fifty states, one nation, and lots of sore muscles,
Dean

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42 DOWN, 8 TO GO…

Florida Beaches Holiday Marathon, Florida
Number of Runners: 50 (filled to capacity)
Elevation: 10
Time: 4:09:41
Weather: 76 degrees, breezy

I needed today. This was the worst morning yet, the fall yesterday took a lot out of me. More than the cuts and abrasions, I woke up bruised and sore, wondering how my body would cope today. Ideally you want to show up somewhat fresh at the start of each marathon, not battered and beaten. The past three days had been really rough, so I was hoping today would offer some relief. Thankfully my hopes were answered.

The weather in Florida surprised us all. The forecast was calling for 80% chance of showers, but not a drop fell from the sky. Although it did get a little toasty at times, temperatures actually cooled toward the finish, much to the delight of all the runners. The course was well laid out, very flat (the biggest “hills” were three bridge crossings), and support along the way was abundant. The only slight bummer was a fairly brisk headwind, but if everything was perfect, it wouldn’t be a marathon.

The buzz at the start was electric. Not only were there a dozen first-time marathoners, there were four people celebrating birthdays! One of the guys was celebrating his 42nd birthday, here on the 42nd marathon, and today was his 50th marathon (though, he reminded me, they weren’t all in a row). We had a father/son team running, and the last marathon Dad had run was in 1980. There were a couple ultramarathoners in the group, a couple triathletes, and a competitive limbo dancer.

Several firsts occurred today. I saw the first alligator during the tour. We had our first professional singer start the morning with the National Anthem. And, lastly, as you might imagine, I’ve seen a fair number of road kills during the tour, but today I saw the first smooshed fish on the highway.

The group undulated quite a bit today. The main packed swelled and contracted with every passing mile,some runners dashing ahead, and some staying behind. As the run wore on, people seemed content to find a pace they were comfortable with, and go with it. Nobody was particularly concerned about much of anything besides having a goodtime. The atmosphere today was particularly easygoing. Along with the change in latitude came a change in attitude.

We came around a corner a couple miles from the finish and heard some chanting, “Forty-two, we love you. Forty-two, we love you…” There, waiting for us, was Team Trilogy, a youth triathlon club. The kids were so fired-up to see us, they were in uniform and ready to charge. We all ran the last miles,together. It was a terrific finish to another unforgettable day.

As we sat around eating birthday cake at the finish line, many people asked me what I’m going to doafter the Endurance 50 is over? I don’t want to get ahead of myself, but if I make it to fifty and am having this much fun, why stop? I’ll be officially unemployed, in the best shape of my life, with plenty of time on my hands, so why not just keep going? Until that point, I’m going to continue taking it one step at a time. But if I reach the finish on November 5th in New York City, who knows, the Endurance 50 might become more than that.

When will I decide? Like those kids from the Trilogy Tri team who ran with me today, I’ll just follow my heart and see where it takes me…

All the best from the Sunshine State,
Dean

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41 DOWN, 9 TO GO…

Georgia Marathon, Georgia
Number of Runners: 50 (filled to capacity)
Elevation: 1,050’
Time: 4:08:00
Weather: 59 degrees, rain

The hospitality in Georgia today, for myself and my family, was heartwarming. People were so gracious in making us feel comfortable and welcomed; it was like a homecoming with old friends. Runners are like that, we share a kindred spirit, and across the country we’ve felt this bond, regardless of the setting or the circumstance. In Georgia today, we felt that connection in a big sort of way.

Even before we got going, people were apologizing about the weather, as though they would change it if they could. The rain was coming down pretty hard at the start. We runners huddled under the one small shelter there was, trying to stay out of the elements for as long as possible. Despite the poor weather, there was no lack of enthusiasm in the group.

Georgia is an international city, and I let the group know that our adventure is being followed by people across the globe. We’ve received notes and well-wishes from many European countries, Canada, Africa, Asia, Australia, many South American nations, and a whole host of others (basically, camaraderie from around the world). Today we were fifty people, uniting a planet.

Rain? Bring it on! I got the feeling it would take a lot more than bad weather to stop this group. We set off on our way to the flashes of cameras and the cheers of the crowd. The wetness didn’t dampen spirits, even for the dozen first-time marathoners in the group. This was going to be a very challengingday, the showery weather would make things extremely demanding. Visibility would be poor, and hazards plenty. I was very concerned about the other runners.

So it was ironic that I would be the one to trip. It was a nice little spill, costing me a toenail and some flesh and blood. But I could hardly complain. The runner next to me had survived cancer, three times.He had refused to give up, even in the face of horrible odds. If he could endure through pain I could only imagine, I wasn’t about to let a little roadside tumble bring me down. My pain was nowhere close to what this courageous soul had been through.

We ran in what sometimes seemed like a battle zone. The rain continued to come down, flooding the streets and obscuring potentially hazardous potholes and open ditches. The run went on and on forever, and we missed a turn near the end, prolonging the drama. When the finish line finally did come into view, it was a welcomed sight. My anxiety continued to be high until every last runner crossed that finish line or was accounted for. It was treacherous out there, and I couldn’t stop worrying about the runners. I witnessed several others slip and fall, and my heart skipped a beat every time I saw it happen. Yet for all of my concern, the other runners were equally concerned about me. The credit for me being able to finish today belongs to them. They lifted my spirit and kept me going, even when I had doubts.

As remarkable as it seems, I still did not hear a single complaint from any of the runners. We gathered at the finish, and all I heard were upbeat affirmations on how memorable the day was. These were some of the most harrowing conditions possible, and even among the first-time marathoners, thepositive energy was irrepressible. Several people said how proud they were of me. I graciously accepted their kind sentiments, but all I could think of was how proud I was of them.

You are my hero’s, and I thank each and every one of you from the bottom of my heart.

Battered and bruised, but unwilling to give up,
Dean

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40 DOWN, 10 TO GO…

Otter Creek Marathon, Kentucky
Number of Runners: 45
Elevation: 568’
Time: 4:16:48
Weather: 52 degrees, light drizzle

If we’re going to crank up the intensity scale, let’s not mess around. Today’s marathon was every bit as tough as yesterday’s, and perhaps even more so. The path was tricky, mostly single-track, with plenty of roots and trail debris—loose rocks, stumps, broken branches—strewn across it. There were several water crossings, and plenty of mud and slippery rocks to challenge the footing. The flat sections were few, the descents were treacherous, and the climbs were arduous (there was about 2,700 feet of ascent). Overall, it was one great day!

Otter Creek, Kentucky isn’t exactly a booming metropolis, and getting there requires some doing. But here on a random Thursday in October, forty-five intrepid runners made the trek (don’t any of these people have jobs…hee! hee!). Many of the runners had never run a trail marathon before, and ten of the runners had never even run a marathon before. Some trail marathons are little more than wide, graded fire roads over gentle rolling hills. This was not one of them. For a first-time marathoner, or for someone running her first trail marathon, this was a doozie.

That being said, the terrain and setting were absolutely stunning. All of the elements that made runningso challenging—sharp drop offs, stream crossings, a forest of trees—also made for some incredible sights along the way. The abrupt topographical features of the Otter Creek Trail provided some epic overlooks across the river, and the high vistas along the northern section of the trail made for some stellar views of the adjacent valley.

The runners today were a hardy lot. Even the first-time marathoners toughed it out, despite the ruggedterrain and brutal climbs. Everyone displayed a gritty determination in the face of some daunting conditions. In talking to some of the athletes afterward, I could see where this drive came from. One runner was a tank commander in the US Army, another was Special Forces. We had an ex-boxer turned runner in the group, and a homemaker with five kids (all boys). Let me tell you, she was one tough Mama! There were cuts, bruises, sprains, and plenty of handshakes and high-fives going around.

We all convened inside the Otter Creek park headquarters post-race, where the Race Director had a table of warm, home cooked food spread out for everyone. Between bites of chili, we talked about politics, baseball, and compared battle wounds. One runner thanked me for the best run of his life. He had a big gash over his right eye from a fall, was covered in mud, and had just spent 26.2 torturous miles trouncing through the wilderness. And he’s thanking me for this? I love this guy!

It was hard saying goodbye to everybody and boarding the bus. These were my kind of people. I felt so at home amongst the sweaty, dirty, and beat up runners; I didn’t want to leave. But the road beaconed. It’s going to be a long drive tonight and I’m all grimy and sore, and very, very happy.

Still moving forward, and loving every step of the way,
Dean

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39 DOWN, 11 TO GO…

Tecumseh Trail Marathon, Indiana
Number of Runners: 55 (filled to capacity)
Elevation: 591’
Time: 4:45:21
Weather: 44 degrees, partly cloudy

Hardcore. That’s the best way to describe today’s marathon. Along with the 3,500 feet of climbing, most of the course was on technical single-track trail, with numerous stream crossings, hordes of logs and branches to climb over and navigate around, deep pocket of mud, slippery rocks, and gnarled tree roots hiding silently under thick canopies of fallen leaves.

The switchbacks were difficult to follow, and if you looked up for a trail marker, it was easy to stumble and fall, which many people did, including yours truly (multiple times, in fact). A lot of the runners were cut and scratched from falling or getting snagged on the thorny bushes that we passed through. I’ve spent some time on the trails over the years, and this trail run was as challenging as any.

Arriving at the start this morning was surreal. We were miles from the nearest town, out on a desolateroadway, and there were fifty-five beaming runners raring to go, fourteen of whom had never run a marathon before. Other than the couple of runners who had been here before, I’m not sure many of us had any idea what we were in for. After starting on our way, the course almost immediately hit single-track trail, and within a mile I had an inclination that this was going to be an interesting and different sort of day. My expectations were fulfilled.

There were very few sections along this course that were flat. You were either climbing or descending the entire way. Most of the route was in thick foliage, making it sometimes difficult to see ahead, and the trail was covered in leaves, compounding the navigational complexities. We traversed countless switchbacks, some ascending and some descending, and skirted several creeks and ravines. At a number of points we got lost and had to retrace our steps to get back on the path.

Yet for all the challenges, the setting was absolutely beautiful. Running on trails refreshes the senses; being out in nature renews the mind, body, and spirit. Today was about enjoying the elements and the wonders of the natural world. The colors of the leaves, the smells of earth and of the water, the sunlight streaming through the trees, and the crackle of twigs underfoot were all engaging and invigorating. It was impossible not to get swept up in it, even after miles of running.

When we finally did cross the finish line, my GPS read 27.5 miles. Those couple wrong turns added a bitof distance, so today was the first “ultramarathon” of the Endurance 50. But it was also a day I will never forget, especially for those first-time marathoners that made it. I couldn’t even imagine tackling this course as your first marathon. Your second will feel like a walk in the park.

At the finish, when we didn’t have to worry about tripping over branches, I was able to chat more freely with the other runners. The group today was comprised of some truly amazing people. A father/daughter running team, a professional golfer elated to have finished his first marathon, a state Superintendent of Schools, and a gentleman who couldn’t run a mile a year ago and had lost 100 lbs and completed his first marathon today.

Many, if not most, were scratched and scrapped from the trail. But, remarkably, I did not hear one complaint from the group, not so much as even the slightest hint at a gripe. On the contrary, people were incredibly thankful and gracious for the extraordinary adventure we shared together. They were nothing but smiles and compliments, despite the cuts, lacerations, and muscle cramps. If I could somehow bottle all this positive energy and spread it around the globe, the world would be a better place.

All the best from the trails of Indiana,
Dean

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38 DOWN, 12 TO GO…

Green Bay Marathon, Wisconsin
Number of Runners: 45
Elevation: 591’
Time: 4:07:26
Weather: 43 degrees, partly cloudy

I’m not sure where to begin today, my head is still reeling from all the incredible events that transpired and all the remarkable people we met. It was like compressing the most memorable experiences of a decade into a single amazing day. Where to start?

Let’s talk about the runners, first, and how terrific this crew was. They had come from far and near—two had flown in yesterday from San Francisco—and comprised a broad range of athletes, from first-time marathoners, to seasoned ultramarathoners, like my two friends Pam Reed and Roy Purring that joined us today. There were a number of triathletes in the group, a competitive cyclist, a black belt in Kung Fu, and an Officer in the United States Army. All seemed like dedicated and committed runners, and tremendously positive people.

Support along the course was excellent, both from Garrett & Koop in the SAG wagon, and from supporters that setup roaming aid stations along the route (by the way, for the many of you that have asked, I found out that “SAG” stands for, Support and Gear). After starting in historic downtown, we crossed the Ray Nitschke Bridge to the charming streets of west Green Bay. Eventually we crossed the Walnut Street Bridge and ran along the beautiful Fox River Trail for six miles. Being on a path was a nice change of setting and scenery. Upon exiting the path, we ran past Voyager Park to the picturesque tree-lined streets of east and west De Pere and toward the finish.

Approaching the final stretch, we met up with my son, Nicholas, who turned nine years old today. To celebrate his 9th birthday, he and his sister, Alexandria, had run the last nine miles of the marathon together and timed it so that we would be meeting them near the finish. We joined together and did the historic last lap through Lambeau Field, home of the Green Bay Packers. It was such a magical experience to be running alongside Nicholas and all the others through Lambeau Field, cheering and hooting as we finished the last few steps together. For a proud and loving father, it just doesn’t get any better. And to be able to share this moment will so many wonderful and compassionate individuals made the occasion all the more special.

After crossing the finish, we were greeted by the Mayor of Green Bay, Jim Schmitt, who presented Nicholas with an enormous Green Bay Packers birthday cake. Then he proceeded to give Nicholas the most remarkable birthday gift ever, a signed football by the Green Bay Packers team. Nicholas was absolutely filled with joy. Watching him on stage with Mayor Schmitt was like witnessing a fairytale unfold. In the heart of a nine year old boy, it was the best birthday he could have ever asked for.

Nicholas is a very generous soul, and after blowing out the candles, he offered cake to all the runners. It was amazing how quickly that huge cake disappeared! Even though we’d spent the better part of 26.2 miles talking and sharing stories, it was really nice to be able to mingle further with the group at the finish festival (between bites of birthday cake). I’m continually amazed at how many first-time marathoners cross the line, and how many people set PR’s. It’s such an inspiration to talk with these folks and see the elation in their eyes. I don’t know how they do it. But like the magic of a perfect day, I’m just glad they do.

Keeping the spirit alive in Green Bay,
The Karno Family

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37 DOWN, 13 TO GO…

City of Lakes Marathon, Minnesota
Number of Runners: 55
Elevation: 834’
Time: 4:22:06
Weather: 38 degrees, overcast and chilly

Due to the traffic in Chicago, the drive last night was longer than anticipated, so we got in very late and had to get up early this morning. The day started with another blood draw, and both arms got stuck this time. A few hours of sleep and a dual needle stick isn’t the most cheery start to the day. But I tried my best to remain upbeat. Then when I stepped outside, a blast of cold air stopped me in my tracks. It was near freezing, and the forecast wasn’t for it to warm up much at all. Today was looking like a rough one.

And it got worse. We were nearly half an hour late getting to the starting line. I was so concerned about the other runners being out there in the freezing cold waiting for me. More than my lack of sleep or sore arms, I was worried about the other runners.

When we got to the start, however, they gave me an ovation as I jumped out of the car. I couldn’tbelieve it. Here I was half an hour behind schedule, and they’re all standing there in the cold graciously applauding my arrival. When I started to apologize about being late, they would have none of it. This group was so positive, so energetic, so compassionate, they were worried about me and thought little of standing in the freezing cold until I got there. These were some of the greatest individuals imaginable, and this was the warmest reception I could ever ask for.

And it got better. Once we started running, the warm sentiments were like a ray of sunlight shining down upon us. Runners had come from across the nation to be here today: a couple were from Southern California (where the temperature today is 80 degrees), there was a gentleman who’d flown in from Denver, several Missourians were in the group, a token Canadian, and a whole host of folks from neighboring states. There were runners of all abilities and backgrounds, from ultramarathoners to first-time marathoners, from college students to surgeons. We all shared one common passion, a love of running.

And run we did. The entire course was on a paved footpath, so there were no concerns about motortraffic. It was a scenic course around Lake Harriet and Lake Calhoun, with duck and geese crossings along the way. There were supporters at many spots on the course, holding signs and offering food andencouragement. Many were kids, with posters they had made for class projects. Everybody got a kick out of their spirit.

Temperatures warmed slightly during the middle of the run, but cooled considerably toward the end. But the cold didn’t stop anybody from completing what they’d set out to do. In fact, a few who had only intended of running a half-marathon ended up doing the entire thing!

This was a hardy bunch. Standing around the finish line was freezing, but not even the bitter cold could subdue the warm hearts in this group. We laughed at the cold, saying this was a day none of us would soon forget. I signed some books and t-shirts, congratulated the first-time marathoners and all the other runners on their accomplishment, and chatted with everyone until the crowd departed and I was the last one remaining.

I’d hardly felt tired the entire day, but then the cumulative lack of sleep started to take hold, as did the chilly air. It’s sometimes difficult to run a marathon and then type up the daily blog afterward, especially when you’re sleep deprived and cold. But a lovely young lady had given me a gift today. She’d approached me at the finish and handed me two beautiful coloring books for Alexandria and Nicholas. This was not the only gift she bestowed upon me, however. She went on to explain the tragic loss of her friends daughter, saying the precious little girl used to love these coloring books. Her mother was grieving deeply and the one small thing she looked forward to every day was reading my daily updates on the website.

With tears in my eyes, I thanked her for the gifts. The coloring books were special, yet the inspiration to keep doing my best, despite any amount of exhaustion and fatigue, was an even bigger gift.

With tears still in my eyes, I bid farewell to Minnesota and the many great people that touched me today. Your weather numbed my bones, but your spirit warmed my heart.

Sincere regards,
Dean

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36 DOWN, 14 TO GO…

Chicago Marathon, Illinois
Number of Runners: 42,000
Elevation: 620’
Time: 3:28:19
Weather: 44 degrees, cloudy and windy

The Chicago Marathon was everything it’s built up to be, and more. Even in the cold and windy conditions, enthusiastic fans lined both sides of the streets cheering and yelling, in just about every known language. Their zeal was contagious; it was impossible not to get caught up in the excitement as you ran.

Along the course, I must have chatted with a couple dozen runners who had joined me at various other marathons during the past 36 days. One brought me a container filled with chocolate covered espresso beans and handed it to me at mile five as we ran together. Another ordered a Chicago-style deep dish pizza and had it delivered to us along the course. And a third, a fellow Greek, arranged for a fresh tray of baklava to be waiting at the halfway point. The running itself was great, but the antics along the course were even better.

The body felt good today, despite the cold and blustery weather. My head cold seems to have reached its peak, and I’m now starting to feel better. The legs are still holding strong, perhaps getting even stronger with each progressive day. Today I was able to run a sub-3:30 marathon with an average heart rate of 122. I’m guardedly optimistic about the future, and will continue taking it one step at a time, enjoying the fine food and the fine people along the way.

All the best from the Windy City,
Dean & his many Greek relatives

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