CHICAGO (2018)

Like a starting gun, the door slams shut behind me and the swelling tones of Sting quickly set my head and body into rhythm. Sport — and certainly running — is my hobby, my passion. For some years now sport has also been my work, but not today. Today is for Noelle, for me, and for Running for Turner. The last of the six World Marathon Majors awaits: Chicago.

The city is vibrating. Chicago receives you with open arms — a festive, energetic city where the marathon is a true event. The expo is enormous, the atmosphere electric. I pick up my bib: E 12968. Aloha Lisette. Ready.

Race morning. It's early, it's cool, and the city is already stirring. Together with thousands of runners I make my way to the start. The streets of Chicago are lined with spectators who have turned out en masse, even at this hour. The energy is contagious.

The course winds through the various neighbourhoods of Chicago — from the Loop through Chinatown, through Lincoln Park and back. Each district has its own character, its own cheering section. I run in my pink Aloha outfit, and the crowd responds. 'ALOHA LISETTE!' echoes through the streets. It carries me forward.

The final kilometres are tough. My legs know they've done a lot. But I think of Noelle — of why I do this — and that thought is stronger than the fatigue. I cross the finish line. Number six. The Six Star Finisher Medal is mine. Running for Turner: mission accomplished.

This medal represents so much more than a marathon. It represents every step, every training session, every moment I thought about Noelle. It represents awareness, connection, and the power of movement. I am grateful. I am proud.