Irene is coming...and the NYC bars are capitalizing.
I had a really great post planned about how much my little foot injury has caused me to miss running and appreciate its benefits, but then something a bit more topical (or should I say “tropical”) happened.
Irene.
Hurricane Irene is pretty much all anyone can talk about here in NYC. And I’m hopping on the bandwagon.
Since I live not too far from one of Mayor Bloomberg’s evacuation zones, I decided to camp out at Michelle’s for the weekend. I have my doubts as to whether or not the hurricane will affect my living area, but, truthfully, let’s be honest, I’m not really “equipped” to handle a natural disaster by my Sometimes Healthy Self. Continue Reading →