dear chicago marathon,

i hate you for being so hot the year that i decide to run and so cold the year that i don’t. i also hate you for my toenail which has still not recovered from last year. and the 3 months of physical therapy. and the end of the race where there is no crowd except a few random people yelling blatant lies like “you’re almost there” and “looking good”.

i don’t regret skipping you this year, but you better watch your back because i’m coming for you. someday. when you least expect it.

xoxo,
crystal

ps. i got a shot of this year’s winner at mile 7!