I had a terrible run yesterday, but I went out this morning with some trepidation and the result was not as bad. Not good, but better. As each day passes it becomes more apparent that my ability to run this year's NYC Marathon is wishful thinking. IOW, a fantasy. I've run many marathons, including this one, and I know what it takes for me to be ready and I'm not even close to where I need to be. Yes, a first world problem, but one that is important to me.
Once again I didn't cook last night; the women of the family were out and me and my son had reheated leftovers. Tonight is going to be similar with the difference being that there are no more leftovers so I will find myself in the kitchen. That's also where I'll be tomorrow afternoon when I'm doing the prep work for the party we're hosting on Sunday for 32 people.