New York City. Woke up late this morning (thank you , Mike K, for letting us stay at your house) and hit the airport. Hobbled over to the the International Terminal after checking in because we were "running late" (apparently getting there 40 minutes before your flight counts as running late). Our first flight was at 8:50 a.m.and we finally arrived in New York at 5:00 p.m., so it's been a long day. I was so glad that I didn't have to drive to the hotel, though, because it was crazy madness and I don't do well driving in heavy traffic. Paul got a chiropractic adjustment when we finally got to the hotel (over an hour to go 7.5 miles) and ran half a mile on a treadmill in the hotel gym, but I watched TV instead. We're going to dinner tonight with my sister, Keri, and her fiancee, Michael. It's 7:30 here, but only 5:30 back home, so I might have trouble sleeping tonight. We'll see. I guess I should say something running related. Paul thinks he has seen some running celebrities. Ryan Hall, Mbarak something, Culpepper's wife. Yeah, this is getting exciting. Stay tuned. PM--dinner with my sister and her boyfriend at a little Italian restaurant called Pinocchio's. The place was so small that there were probably only 10 tables, so we had to wait for somebody to leave before we had a table, which took about 20 minutes. I've had longer waits than that in Logan, though, so I wasn't bothered. My sister looks great. She's lost 50 lbs. since I last saw her in January (I think I said before that it had been a year-and-a-half, but I forgot that I went out in January to see my other sister's baby). Her "whatever", Michael, is really nice, but their relationship is kind of weird. I think it works for them, but you can never tell for how long. | 