There was much more to the weekend than a sweaty 26.2!
Despite being a Midwestern through and through, besides a Wrigley Field trip several years ago with Dad, I've spent very little time in Chicago. When I signed up for the marathon, I resigned myself to staying out in the suburbs and taking a train in on race day to save money. Then I decided that my sensible plan sounded boring and found a reservation through the marathon's website that must have been the result of a cancellation because of its location and price (in a good way). I grabbed it!
We stayed at a boutique hotel called the Inn of Chicago a block off Michigan Avenue and its Magnificent Mile shopping stretch. Michigan Avenue was chaos that surpasses anything in Minneapolis or St. Paul in terms of both pedestrian and vehicle traffic. This is a glimpse of it from our hotel room on the 19th floor. The people look like ants, but you can see the traffic, which seemed pretty much constant:
Nah. Plain and simple, a post-race pizza is a beautiful thing - and a great cap to a Windy City weekend.