You simply cannot get the good stuff down south.
I’m back from the shortest New York weekend ever. On Friday afternoon, I hopped a quick flight from RDU to JFK, made my way to the UES to pick up my race bib from NYRR, and then met up with Sarah. We had some time to kill so we practiced our duck face.
Practice makes perfect!
After hooking up with Megan, we got down to business with a little runner-style sleepover. We ate pizza, laid out our race clothes, watched a little TV and fussed over the procurement of bagels and the availability of coffee at 5 AM in Brooklyn. Very important!
Everyone was all smiles as we headed to the start line the next morning!
Well, almost everyone.
I’ll spare you the details of the race for now – it was pretty ugly and deserves its own post – but suffice it to say that I was definitely glad to put those 13.1 miles behind me and get on to the important business of the post-race brunch/barbecue. (Thanks, Will and Kristan, for hosting!)
Sunburned, exhausted and desperately in need of a shower, I made my way back to Manhattan to chill with my friends H & J for the evening. We did something amazing that you cannot do in North Carolina: we ordered delivery Thai food.
Roti roll with crispy duck. I would kill to have this brought to my doorstep in Raleigh. I. Miss. New. York.
My awesome hosts had a fridge full of delicious beer and I happily sipped on a Samuel Smith Nut Brown Ale:
This little guy was making bedroom eyes at me all night…
He and Emmy used to have play-dates when we lived in NYC!
I miss this cat. I miss my friends. I miss good pizza. I miss delivery. I even miss the crazy smelly people on the subway talking about the rapture.
Even though I only lived there for a year, I think NYC will always feel a little bit like home.
I guess I’ll go load the dishwasher and do some laundry. And sit on my spacious balcony. After a leisurely trip to Costco and Target.
It’s too bad I don’t have a lawn to mow. Because the grass is always greener on the other side.