I had just arrived in Chicago with one of my best friends, and we were running a half-marathon the next morning. This was a big deal for us; it was her first half-marathon, and my first since having a baby. We’d been training for months for this race. We’d slowly built up our mileage, practiced different fueling strategies, debated carrying water versus water stops, and carefully pondered the placement of the porta-potties along the route. We’d booked airplane tickets and hotel rooms. Later that day, we would go to a crowded convention hall on Navy Pier to pick up our race numbers and timing chips. From my pocket, I unfolded and re-read the pre-race email that detailed our transportation options for getting to the starting line, several miles south of our hotel.
To continue reading and find out what small thing turned out to be a very big thing for that race (and my outlook on life), please check out my guest post at Be, Mama, Be.
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