In every apartment I've had in Chicago, I've lived on the marathon route.
My first fall in Chicago, I was awoken unawares by the cowbells and shouts of a crowd early on a Sunday morning as the third mile of the marathon ran below my window.
I woke up this Sunday morning in the same way I've come to expect to on the first Sunday of October in Chi-Town.
The beep-beep siren of the lead car that paves the way for the elite runners on the street below is a much more inspiring call to wakefulness than the beep-beep of my banal alarm clock.
We love our new apartment's marathon view, especially for the cold years!