Monday, February 6, 2012
Before the Super Bowl
It was 4 PM Sunday and the sun came out on a day in the low 40s. A full moon was rising over the lake and seemingly every runner in Chicago was out on the lakefront path. Class prep was under control (but not my looming March article deadline) so I hit the trail. In Hollywood, the call it the Golden Hour. Just lovely.
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Sounds lovely. I was thrilled to find Connecticut Avenue basically empty after the game started, so I took over the second-to-curb lane and got done before the halftime beer runs started.
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