what next?

Yesterday: Glowy and happy and huggy at the finish line with my co-workers. (By the way, it's pretty cool that so many people I work with love running. Wine and runners? Now that's a perfect pairing!)


Today: Sort of confused about what I'm supposed to do next. I feel lost without a goal. Good thing I have this to look forward to.

Dear New York: May you finally be the one marathon where I don't feel like dying at Mile 20.

Also: Momofuku, here I come.