Went for run this morning on Lakeshore Drive here in Chicago…Jesus this city likes to run.

Had to slot into the running traffic, keep up a decent pace, and just follow the crowd. No idea where I was going. Fog on the lake, so couldn’t really see much of that. Dudes fishing. Anxious about going the wrong way, running on the cycle-track, going to far on the other side of the highway, there being no bridge for miles and having to double back…too much anxiety.

Should just enjoy it, or at least think of it as a licence to have the Guadalejara Chorizo Skillet in the Golden Nugget when I get back…