I arrived late last night and made my way to my hotel by the airport. I was tickled to see a respectable Chicago pizza place within walking distance to my hotel. When I got to my room I put my bag down and dialed up an order for carry out. Right away I felt the at home in a way that only a place that has been home can. Now I admit, I probably didn't need to eat the while thing, but I sure was glad I did. This morning I've already snagged a Dunkin Donuts #1 combo and am giddy to dive in. It's a good thing I'm here for a race, it would seem I already to eat my way across the Windy City. Food is just a great way to reconnect though and no one does pizza like Chicago.
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