With a head cold, five hours sleep and very little training, I stumbled through a half marathon this morning, and got a half-way decent time (1:47). Marie, a friend from IHouse, joined me. The race went along the Coney Island waterfront and then headed up the Oceanview Parkway to Prospect Park, ending pretty much right in front of where I live.
In Berlin after the marathon, you can get a beer. In Sweden, it was a coffee. In Brooklyn it was - what else - a choice of bagels in familiar variations: cinnamon raisin, sesame, onion. A bagel never tasted so good.
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