Up at 8:00 AM. Half watched Liverpool tie Stoke. Ran to the Pavillion, a closed, sketchy (but in an endearing way?) movie theater that I never went to that is currently being turned into either another Alamo Drafthouse or a Nighthawk, to meet my friend for a run. Ran ten miles. My pace was decent and I’m feeling ready for the half marathon. (We’ll see if I actually am.)

This week I ran a total of twenty-three miles, which more miles than I have ever run in a week in my entire life. My previous best was around sixteen or eighteen. At the end of that particular week, I tried to ollie on a skateboard and my left calf popped and I didn’t run again for months.

After the run, home for a nap, which lasted on and off for longer than I expected – one of the perks of not having kids. Then I went to Bagel World for a bacon, egg, and cheese on an everything and a coffee from Cafe Martin (which, incidentally, is no longer owned by Martin).

And then an afternoon of waiting for date night. My girlfriend and I went to LaVellutata on fifth, a new vegan restaurant, which was really great. I’m starting to think that I could be vegan. If I had to. And I’m just starting. Don’t hold me to that.

We walked to Van Leeuwen for ice cream, then we walked to the current Brooklyn Alamo Drafthouse to find that all the movies were sold out. So we went to the Cobble Hill Cinema so that the Moviepass app could crap out and we could miss another movie. So now, Netflix.

In the words of Ice Cube, today was a jolly good day… or something to that effect.