I am pretty sure she knew we were racing.
I tried to get around her on the Adams Street bridge several times – using all of my usual tricks that I have learned over the years – a cough, which didn’t wake her up to the fact I was on her left side and wanting to pass;
I followed that up with a rustling of the bag I was carrying – which got her to move ever so slightly to her right – allowing me to be about even with her and that is when the race started.
I kicked my pace up a notch trying to pass the self-appointed “Queen of the Bridge” and suddenly she put it into overdrive.
“Oh, no you don’t, Queenie!”
I fell into a full blown walking-sprint - never glancing her way – but my side vision let me know that we were neck-and-neck.
By the time we hit the lip of the bridge where it edges to the sidewalk – I was triumphantly a full chest ahead.
Dressing in layers, especially wearing my padded cami, really benefited me in several ways today - all while just trying to stay warm during this Chicago winter.