Sunday, November 14, 2010


Three or four days a week, I drag myself out of be at 5:00 a.m. and head out into the dark cold morning to make my way down to the gym, where I spend 45 minutes to an hour hating the treadmill.

Once every week or so, Glenn and I have a leisurely breakfast, enjoying the morning, before heading off together to Central Park where we get to run on the most glorious track in the whole world.

Yes. Life is good.

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