Rocking now from heel to ball, heel to ball, she braced herself to run further. Her mad hot belly compelled her. Oncoming night chilled the air, which bore the herbal scent of a fragrant bush she couldn’t make out in the dark; she crushed its feathery branches, inhaling. The scent reminded her of something, of grass and of nickel, of her father or Lolo or something between her ideas of them. Crickets chirped. It was on the tip of her tongue, the name of that fragrance. It bothered her, but it shouldn’t, because she should keep running. The sweat made her colder. She spat bile and then, looking up, saw the high beams of an approaching car. Still bent over and clutching one knee, she put out her thumb.
It’s for these reasons and more why I say THANK YOU CHICAGO. I thank you for the daily support that you have shown me, my business and my team. In addition to that, your inspiration has served as a MAJOR platform for me to work and inspire others. You have shown me true evidence that greatness is measured by how much YOU give back, support and share. I thank you for fueling the desire to get better EVERYDAY at my craft…with NO APOLOGIES. And I love it! Chicagoans are always working to make it. For every level that we attain, we have our eye on the next one. Working hard is our #dna and the world already knows it.