One of my last pre-marathon runs: a three-miler home from physical therapy on a gorgeous, sunny fall day. I’ve been really busy this week, but the little bit of time I’ve gotten in the sun has been enough to maintain some level of sanity.
The subway card machines are apparently booted off of floppy disks, which, apparently still exist?
And carbs. Lots of carbs. This: Orecchiette with broccoli and chicken sausage. Maybe after the marathon, I’ll start cooking things without pasta again.