I spent the weekend back in NYC. Dominic and Jeso ran the Brooklyn Half Marathon on Saturday morning. We ate hot dogs and drank enormous beers and then took a spin on the Cyclone. No one vomited or peed their pants. Enormous task accomplished!
Dominic and Jeso made new personal records and had post-race euphoria that was contagious. I am so proud of them. Awesome sidenote: I ran into Evan, who is a friend from high school at the finish line. Seeing him makes me feel like no time has passed, which intensifies that passage of time mind fuckery I found last week.
Please note: the photo of Jeso laughing at Pearl’s can probably cure the grayest of days.