After an incident free two weeks in South Africa, it only took 5 minutes in a NYC Cab to get into a car accident. And have the driver blame me. And then have him bitch when I refused to tip him for trying to give me whiplash. Home sweet NYC.
But a music-free, car-free, perfect weather marathon pace run in the park welcomed me back with open arms- especially after 10 days on the treadmill. That machine messes with my mind and confidence, but I'm ready. Excited for the half in two weeks, and getting there with the marathon.
Excuse me while I find anything else to do to fight the urge to go to sleep. I could unpack, but that is just WAY too obvious.
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