Last night, after layering up and throwing on an old pair of Express leggings, Brad and I walked to the corner of Kimball and McLean, and hit start. We ran up the hill, down the hill, all the way to Bronxville.
But we didn't stop there. We kept going to Tuckahoe Rd. And then we ran down Tuckahoe past the Sprain, past 87, and finally made a left on Mile Square Road. Where we met THE HILL. My goodness, this thing would not quit. Around, and around, and around, and then up, up, up. We finally made it and made a left on Midland, a right on Smart, and straight on 'til morning. 9.24 miles my device said, and it took us an hour and forty minutes! But we did it!
And I forgot how amazing regular (non-wheat) pasta really is. Sigh.
Ikea today to finish making our apartment look like we actually live here.
16 Miler EARLY Saturday morning, (when it's supposed to be something ridiculous like 27 degrees. Gulp.) as Brad's mom is coming up for a true Christmas spectacular... Lunch, show involving kicking girls and Santa, afternoon tea at Saks, and Rockefeller Center tree. Sweet!
It's Friday! Also known as the Gang Fight song. If you don't know what I mean, check out badlipreading.com
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