This weekend I walked along side the last ~.5 mile of the Chicago Marathon, at around the 3 1/2 hour mark. In the most corny way possible, it filled me with admiration and inspiration. I felt like giving everyone a hug and wished that I knew someone who was running in the race who I could cheer for. My big achievements have never been so public and physically impressive.

On Saturday I helped chop down and haul out invasive plant species on Wooded Island, which is part of Jackson Park. It was an enjoyable experience except for getting burrs in my hair. Thankfully I managed to pull them out without pulling out too much hair along with them.

I have started reading books again, thanks to my borrowing privileges at U of C! I am over halfway through Ghostwritten by David Mitchell, which is unfortunately nowhere near as good as Cloud Atlas. I just started Stranger in a Strangeland which is excellent.

And that’s pretty much it for now…

tags: books, inspiration, outdoors