Hello friends. I hope this oppresively hot weather finds you in good spirits, or at least not far from an air conditioner.
The highlight of the week-end was Kristin's bachelorette party. It was a six-hour affair that took us around Chelsea on a most balmy night. We hit Serena and The Park and The Red Rock and for some reason the evening closed up at a random bar on Avenue B. It was an extrordinary time and for the second time in a month I found myself dancing on a bar in the meat packing district. I'm still not sure if I should be ashamed of that.
I took three rolls of film that are being processed we speak. Photos to come soon.
In other news, I'm working evenings for most of the next month and the first week of August I'll be hiding out in Westport, CT to housesit and watch three very large beasts. (Read: Dogs). Working nights offers a lot more free time than I realized. This morning Pookie The Fearless, my cat and Comrade-in-Arms, woke me up by nibbling on my leg. I thought that maybe he needed food, but alas his bowl was full. Seems he just wanted to some attention. Oh, pets.
Being that I was awake and the Today Show was on, I pulled on my exercise clothes and went out for a run in the East River Park. At 9:30 AM the humidity wasn't nearly as full force force as it is now, and the first three miles of the jog went well. The final mile and a half was an exercise in wishing for a death that wouldn't come. Under normal circumstances I love running in the humidity. I love to sweat. I love when it pours into my eyes or when I am wiping sheets of it off my shoulders. A good schvitz is the sign of a good workout. I'll be back out there tomorrow, for sure. Come find me!
Today, however, there were times when I questioned if I would make it home in one piece. I stopped at one point to do abs and arms at the track over by 6th street and then puttered home. Back at my apartment I stood under the cold shower, happy that at least I went out and ran. At least some junk was removed from my trunk. However, in terms of my normal summer running progress, I'm terribly behind. This time last year I was starting an eight-mile loop that usually had me seeing spots at the end. That's the other sign of a good workout: Hallucinating. Give it a shot!
