I went to NYC. I presented, I ate too much (pizza, chocolate, cake), I turned 30. I ran 20 miles around Washington Square Park. Around and around and around. I walked through the village every night, every morning. I met incredible people, spent my birthday with one of my best friends in the whole world. Ate pizza. Thought about a world, a future starting to unfurl for me.
Now? Run 10 miles tomorrow morning, friends for the weekend (Heathrow tomorrow). Chapter to supervisors on Wednesday. Lancaster on Thursday for presentation. Half-Marathon Sunday 8 July. Interview 9 July.
I don't take pictures when I travel by myself, but here's a picture of where I was:
