Had this beautiful, slow tune in my head as I bulled my way uptown. I was not going to be stopped. I hung around some 20 extra minutes to make sure I wasn't deserting anyone for a special issue we publish twice annually. Of course, today was a day where servers crashed and I was able to leave at 5:50.
I had already run a 22-minute 5k during lunch break today and was well-fed afterward (a 50g RTD as meal #1 and chicken sandwich & carrots as meal #2). Despite the solid run, my legs are not killing me, surprisingly and I'll bet it's because of all the biking the past 2 months and that I didn't squat on Sunday.
I had to stop at 14th Street -- that was the killer. I hauled it uptown and nearly hit a woman dressed like a nun only her headgear was beige-ish. I nicely advised her to cross at the light. Why do pedestrians like to play chicken with traffic in the middle of two streets?
I was a killer. A demon. A destroyer. A warrior. Throw it at me again tomorrow and I'll shut you down.
I made it back to Penn at 6:12.
Thank you for reading.
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