The late August sun beats down on me, but the wind rolling in off the lake cuts through it. It's the perfect time of the day for a run. I try to get out here every morning. I've quickly become addicted to the endorphins pumping through my system. Until I started running again, I never realized how much I missed it and the connection it gives me to my dad.
Once I hit Lakeshore Drive, I continue along the wide path until reaching my halfway point. I started out doing three miles a day. Now I've pushed it to four. I don't have to walk anymore. I'm running the entire distance. Silly as it sounds, it feels like an accomplishment.
The past couple of months and all of its changes- moving back to Chicago, being accepted to graduate school, and gaining some much-needed control over my li
