|and there they go!|
M’s coffee shop supported the volunteers at the Aid Station at Mile 8 for the Chicago Marathon. I, of course, walked down there from our place because I wanted to be well caffeinated. Right.
I got there at 7:50 for the elites to get there at 8:05. There were all these official vehicles. Then came the wheel chair division. Then more official vehicles. Then the police motorcade. Then the official pace car. Then ten crazy men from all around the world. Including Ryan Hall. THE Ryan Hall. It was a brush with greatness. (Although I think if I ever ran a 4:30 mile MUCH LESS 26 OF THEM I would fall over of exhaustion.)