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To my wife, another monthly anniversary for us. 

There and back again regarding Chicago, regarding the marathon, regarding seeing my family for the first time in the two years of plague. At least the flights were near empty. Our own flying couches where we could sleep in peace. 

Away from home for a week. I forgot what it was like to vacate. But then I never vacated well. 

Thank you for watching me run, and trying to find me at different spots along the course. I promise next marathon will be local. No need to fly thousands of miles to see me sweat.