So after two days of running with Ed, I figured to put a few miles in around the Big Apple this morning before my flight. Sooo, up at the spry hour of 415a EST (that's 3a for real people), I went out to run some of the NYC course (end of it, mind you). I believe that my legs were transplanted onto someone else and I have been given the legs of a 82 yr old man. Wow..... that was a tough 6 miles. Thankfully, the buildings kept the Garmin from finding the satellites, so I have no laps to report. That's my story and I'm sticking with it.