No pictures, yet. But I have been running and riding just about everyday. Training for something - having a goal to reach is helping with the motivation. But, the amount of stress my body has been through.... well, only time will help fix that. It's very frustrating everytime I leave my house to run. I know I will only make it for a minute or so before I half to walk. Then I can start running again, then walk, then run.... fuck. I really hope I can make it. I want to at the very least get to the starting line with some hope that I can finish. Now, whether I finish or not - who cares. But I have to make it to that damn starting line.
Cady is here this week. Tonight we are going to see some crazy show. Details to follow. A friend bought us tickets to it.
Otherwise, today is just another day here in NY. Looking for a new place to live. Can't wait to get out of this one. Fingers croseed.
Though, it's hard to type with your fingers crossed.
