Mourning Run

I saw Chris from work on my run this morning. It's always extra-special-awesome to martyr through the first mile of your Monday morning jog just in time to watch the guy who sits next to you at work (and who also happens to win marathons on the weekends) cruise by in the final stretch of his usual morning fifteen-miler. Thank God for my Inner Poise.

In other news, the homeless woman who spends most of her time in front of the building to the left of mine just tried to arrest one of my neighbors before a rather large audience of diners at the café across the street. I love this city.