Running in the Windy City. (Or running like the wind?) Nope. Running in the Windy City.
I run.
One of the great things about running is that you can do it pretty much anywhere. Some of my best memories from trips over the last three decades are when I’ve put on my running shoes and taken off huffing and puffing around the local color.
Last weekend, hubby and I were in Chicago.
And wait a minute, don’t faint . . .
He joined me on my Saturday morning run.
It was significantly cooler than Georgia and windy. Imagine that.
Nice posed shot. Notice the wind.
Yes, we took off down the river looking at all the sights and trying not to step out in front of cars.
Did you know that 3,000 are hit by autos each year in the city of Chicago? I didn’t either till I read it imprinted into the sidewalk every corner.
As we zig-zagged through the streets we finally made it to Lake Michigan. It is Lake Michigan right? Aren’t there four others?
Another posed shot. Notice the lake.
I had to take a photo of the beach.
It was pretty chilly and I made some joke about how surprising it was no one was sunbathing.
So we joined the throngs running along Lakeshore Drive.
And then I noticed this.
A human swimming.
Like was he training for a polar bear triathlon? He wasn’t even wearing a wetsuit. Though he had a cap and goggles.
That just wasn’t right.
Though the water was AMAZINGLY clear. Don’t know how clean it was — but it was blue and you could see that sandy bottom.
Even my husband had to agree it was a great start to the morning.
And we burned off at least 300 of the 30,000 calories of our lunch of deep dish pizza.
How about you? How do you exercise when traveling?
Linking up with Greta @gfunkied and Julie @Mamamash for another iPPP.
