I was waiting for my improv show to start when I realized that I needed to write my post today. I snapped the post picture and jotted down some notes. Now it’s after midnight and I’ve got to crank this out.

I had one of those days at work where my boss asks me, “Hey, are you okay with your work load?” Usually I am and I say I’m fine. Today I actually had to say, “Yeah, uh, I need to offload some stuff.” Nothing crazy, just work.

So, I heard from my doctor and she said that I’d be good to run the half marathon in New Orleans this Saturday. I’m still going to go to physical therapy tomorrow morning, though.

Since I haven’t run in a few weeks, I decided that I should give my hips a test run tonight. I went for a run on one of my typical routes along the West Side Highway. I could feel the wind coming off the Hudson and it was darker than it was a month ago but Jersey looked cool all lit up. I took it really easy and didn’t feel any pain. So, I feel good to go for Saturday.

It was two years ago that I got it in my head to run a half marathon. I’m going to finish what I started and then reap the rewards of New Orleans: beignets and muffuletta sandwiches and Abita beers and anything and everything.

It’s late. I’m tired. I haven’t caught the mouse in my apartment. The Red Sox are up two games on the Dodgers. Sexy Baby had a great show tonight. Good evening.