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  • I have never been homeless, and it would be presumptuous for me to pretend to have any understanding of what it feels like to have nowhere to call home. Even at the most desperate points of my life, I have had a place to rest my head. Even in my poorest moments, I have been able to afford something to eat. Even during the most heart-breaking of circumstances, I have not been alone.

    When I look at my life, I feel incredibly unqualified to plan a race that raises awareness about homelessness in Chicago. I haven't experienced it, I'm not an authority, I've never even really interacted with the homeless before.

    But my heart breaks for them. As I sit here writing this, I imagine how it must feel to search for a place to sleep; a place protected from the stares, the judgment, the cold, the cruel winter. I begin feel the panic, the desperation, the hopelessness. My heart is broken. I know that I must do something, and this is a good place to start.
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