jiggety jig

I have returned from NYC in fine, if overstuffed, shape.

I “ate my face off,” as the beloved running partner would say, the highlight being an amazing dinner marathon at McCormick and Schmick’s, where I was pretty much sure I’d died and gone to seafood heaven.

And because I was too busy eating the whole time, I managed to break my running streak in heinous fashion, skipping all three days I was away.

The trip was totally worth it.


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