I worked out last night before my dinner at the Equinox at 92nd Street and Broadway. I ran 3 miles. I am going to start training for a marathon soon so that should be interesting. I am sleepy from the medications. Wah! I wanted to stay home today but dragged my sorry butt into work.
I'm the proud mummy of Paddy the pug who is now 15.5 years old (born June 9, 2005). My Boston terrier bro Guga (born November 16, 2006) got killed in a car accident in May of 2009. I miss him every day. Paddy is not Irish, although he may pretend to be on St. Patrick's Day to get extra treats. Guga was named after Gustavo Kuerten, the three-time French Open champion, whose gregarious personality Guga exemplifies.