I’m so happy it’s April! Spring has sprung, the flowers are blooming, I ran in a tank top and shorts yesterday, and we can finally put the long winter behind us, shedding our multiple-layered heavy clothing until next year, a season of renewal upon us, at last.
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The snow that came down on Wednesday and Thursday was insane. I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen that much snow fall from the sky within a 24 hour period, at least on Long Island. It started Wednesday morning on my way into the city and didn’t stop until after I got up before dawn the next morning and was outside for half an hour shoveling a path I’d already shoveled the night before that had gotten covered by what looked like two feet of snow overnight.
After getting what wasn’t necessarily a “go ahead” but more a “relax, you’re not dying” note from my orthopedist yesterday, I decided to clear myself for running again. I am happy to report that this morning, from 6:46am to 7:06am, I ran two delicious, refreshing miles. [Michael Stipe voice] And I feel fiiine.
Thirteen minutes and thirty-four seconds.
That’s how long I lasted this morning running in the #bombcyclonepocalypse-snowrricane-stormofthemillennium. Honestly, the only thing that made me return home sooner than planned was the constant assault of ice flakes on my eyeballs. Other than that, it really wasn’t that bad. I might seem crazy, but I assure you there are crazier people out there. Have you seen twitter lately?
Last night was my office holiday party and a whole lot of fun (open bar, karaoke, free greasy and delicious apps) that didn’t get me home until midnight. Which actually wasn’t late at all, considering that in order to be home at midnight, I had to leave the East Village at 10pm.
This morning’s Ted Corbitt 15K in Central Park could not have gone any better. With the exception of a couple very minor hiccups in my METICULOUSLY PLANNED PLANS, everything went well.
Heads up: this will be a long post and I took a LOT of pictures. Settle in. Grab a snack. Hell, grab dinner. We’re gonna be here a while.
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My Body Is A Machine 