I’m back on my side of the Atlantic for today’s travel destination to the US.
I have very fond memories of Chicago – the city of my first marathon run in 2004.
This is a city that shuts down its streets and embraces 45,000 runners (“only” 30,000 runners in 2004) … from elite to newbies … stampeding along the 42km route. The race route goes through several different neighbourhoods and virtually all of them come out to party and cheer on the strangers who have travelled from around the world to be there for this event.
The mood is outright energizing.
My favourite memory of the race was a guy who had hauled out his Lazy-Boy chair to the sidewalk in front of his house. With a thermos of coffee (ok, that’s an assumption) and his breakfast on a small table beside him, he cheered heartily as we ran by.
On a beautiful weekend in October, Chicago is a great place to be if you’re a runner.