You need a place to go.
And you're worthless unless you have a place to go.
|frick & frack on the trail|
on this glorious morning, i met my friend, kerry, at the park and we ran ten good miles. what wasn't good was my nike sportband decided to go awry (hello factory reset) and some crazy bike riding dude (sans the little dog and basket) who almost ran kerry over because he wasn't paying attention. it was a great run, nonetheless.
it was a little chilly so i ran with these cool sleeves i picked up at the nyc half in march.
|good to roll down as needed|
i am still trying to figure out how to drink while running (water, that is). i was gifted this awesome bottle that is easy to use but i still made a mess of myself.
and finally, i am reading (mostly by way of osmosis) this book i got a while back. at this point, any little tidbit is helpful on my journey.
|keeps the counter warm and full of good chi|
it's all good. pretty, pretty, pretty.....pretty good.
and to make it even better...... i have a place to go.
the finish line is waiting. 44 days. NYC.