On Oct. 9, I’ll be running the 2011 Chicago Marathon — that’s just four weeks away, but whose counting? I’ve trained, woke up bleary-eyed to run in the dark, iced ‘till my skin was numb and stretched, even while reading to my kids. I’m a native Chicagoan who has run and volunteered for this race before, so I know the 29-neighborhood course like the back of my hand. I am ready.
For all the cutting-edge hotel amenities out there—in-room Nespresso machines, touchscreen panels, peek-a-boo bathrooms—some of us will always be happiest to see a Ping-Pong table tucked somewhere on the grounds. After you’ve spent hours on a plane or in a car or meeting, can anything beat a ripping game of table tennis?