I try to take off about two days per week. I don't run, I don't cross-train. I might walk a bit, but that's about it.
After approaching 20+ miles a week, I look forward to my off days much in the way a student looks forward to spring break. What will I do with this new-f0und time? I'm almost always giddy with the prospect, as "day off" means no early wake-up calls, no frantic dash around the house while I look for a clean pair of shorts, and no worrying about the weather. I can get up and go about my day like a normal, non-running person.
My heart quickens a bit every time I go downtown. I feel like I belong there, and it's where I am reminded how much I love Chicago and how much I absolutely miss it. I mean, seriously:
OK, maaaybe it looks like something you'd see in a commercial selling, I don't know, cell phone service in Chicago. But come on! Look at that view! It's also right about now that I start thinking about this theme song:
Here's the El crossing the Chicago River. I timed it just so to get this picture:
Now, the neat thing about seeing something on the river is that you get to see views of the city you've probably never seen before. It's true. My dad's lived in Chicago for many, MANY years, and even he was all "I didn't see that before." Very cool.
Oh, and you know when you go on a tour, and someone decides to take it upon themselves to correc the tour guide about some minor, inconsequential point that most of the people on the tour (who are probably from out-of-town) won't know or care about within 10 seconds? And you see the corrector's party, and they all look like they're ready to crawl under their seats because they're so embarrassed, like "Just let the guy give his tour"? That may or may not have happened today.
Last one, and then that's it for Chicago architecture-type porn:
Beautiful day, and I'm glad we could go.
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