As I was running yesterday, I think I realize I’ve past some milestone. I’ve moved beyond the drudgery of working out and eating right and I’m pretty sure I’ve entered some psycho workout phase. We went running (kelvin was my accomplice) in the rain– over four miles while it sprinkled steadily. And I didn’t care. I did try to talk kelvin into not going, but once I got moving, I didn’t care so much. I realized at one point I was drier running than I was Friday walking around NYC.
I spent Friday with an old friend– walking around the city as rain poured through the umberella. We did get some reprieve by taking a Sex and the City bus tour. I have admittedly never watched the show, but the tour was fun. We drove by key locations from some of the episodes and made three stops along the way. One of the stops was in the village and I took the opportunity to make a mad dash down to Murray’s to precure some excellent cheese. I’m trying to pace myself with the cheese; weigh-in is Wednesday. I also brought home four Magnolia cupcakes that fortunately kelvin was able to help me with.