What a day. Up at 6:30 to get out for a final longish run. Only 8 miles, which doesn’t seem like any great feat at this stage of the game. It’s too late now to worry. A week from now I’ll be lining up in Grant Park, sandwiched between Lake Michigan and the forest of skyscrapers that’s the Chicago Loop, wondering what the hell I’ve talked myself into this time.… READ MORE.... …