It’s race day in Chicago. Some friends and I are running the F3 Half Marathon today. Apparently this winter race is normally very cold. Most years, the organizers pre-salt the entire path as a “perk. But we’re expecting a manageable 40° F this morning—a nearly ideal race temperature, my much faster friend assures me.
This race is where the hardcore midwestern runners and marathon trainers maintain their fitness through the winter, and check in on their readiness for April’s Boston Marathon. For me, training for this race was something to get me out of bed and keep a semblance of routine after our wedding, and while not working this winter. I’m not expecting a personal best.
Part of me wishes we had sub-zero temps and ice, for the true hardcore F3 experience. But because today I’m just hoping to finish, I’m sure I’ll be grateful for the warm weather and sunshine.
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