Thursday, July 03, 2003

Glory
I've been going to the gym pretty hardcore the last few months with no goal in mind, until tonight. I learned, tonight, that all the sweat and all the hours I've put in the gym was to train for one thing - the Taste of Chicago.

While others train for the Olympics are triathalons, the Taste of Chicago is the ultimate in grueling competitions. You need stamina and will power to stay on your feet and fight through the crowds of millions...and millions of people jammed in one place (OK, maybe one million, definitely not two). All the time logged on the track and cardio machines paid off. Thanks!

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