I started running outside this week.
As mentioned in previous posts, I really started running last year. Previous to that time, I ran because I was a) forced by figure skating coaches b) wanted to beat my brother c) wanted to beat the boys in gym class (this is true).
As I’ve matured (loose term), running has become a great way to get in a short workout, be outdoors and push my competitive needs.
Ever since I moved to the Windy City, all I’ve heard about is the famed lakefront path.
This is no exaggeration and I have a sneaky suspicion that anyone who has spent more than 35 minutes in Chicago will attest to this. I have heard about running outdoors by the lake from my dad (he was on a work assignment in Chicago once…decades ago), from former co-workers overseas and from friends who spent a hot second doing an internship out in the Miwest.
This week I got to experience it for myself.
Chicago enjoyed warm temperatures for a whole 72 hours. And I took advantage.
I mapped out a course and figured out how to cross the lakeshore highway (tricky underground tunnels!).
I set out running through the streets, meandered through heavy traffic on Michigan Ave and finally made it to the path where my fellow runners were.
I joined the rhythm of the other runners, turned up the volume on David Guetta’s Night of Your Life and aimed for North Avenue Beach.
Running right along the sand and the lake with no guard rail is an experience. It reminded me of why I loved lake Michigan so much as a child and why I love it so much now: it looks like an ocean.
When I reached the tip of the bay where the beach curves and sets out in the other direction, I stopped running and turned around.
The view was incredible.