Oh God. I'm fucked. I couldn't even run more than a mile tonight and felt like I was going to die doing that. I mean, I know I didn't do any exercise for a whole week, but that's ridiculous.

Maybe I've got jet lag.

Back from New York.


View from Empire State Building

Am afraid to say I did not run once during the entire week. For a number of reasons, though really they are just excuses. First of all, it was absolutely frigid. Cold beyond cold. Secondly, there just didn't seem to be enough hours in the day. But I could've got up earlier I suppose and gone before breakfast. Thirdly. I don't know about thirdly.


The Sopranowiks

Anyway. Me and Dan had a fantastic time, Krzys's mum treated us like royalty, the hotel was fab, Brooklyn was beautiful, food was great, and managed to meet up with Krzys and Lauren and Dan, and Kristy and Alex too.

Back to the routine tomorrow.