Arrived in New York yesterday, however Friday night I got into a screaming match with my mother on the phone. She was screaming and being UGLY, while I was trying to yell over her to be mature and rationale (two things she is not).
I was worried about coming home, especially since “you’re a selfish fucking bitch” was the last thing she said to me before hanging up on me for the 3rd or 4th time. Never in my life have I had ANYONE speak to me like my own mother did. And without any reason (no wonder I live 1,000 miles from my favorite city in the world).
So I was not looking forward to seeing her. I even made backup plans in case she decided not to get me at the airport. She showed and acted completely normal. Made no mention of her insanity. I chose to swallow my pride and bite my tongue, it’s easier that way. I’m used to her antics, but this was a new low – however I was determined to not let her ruin my trip.
I went on what was supposed to be an 8 mile run yesterday evening, but ate concrete mid-way through mile 6. I’ve NEVER tripped and fell while running. My hands got pretty ripped up, but I’m okay. Ended up doing a touch over 7 miles. It’s always interesting running through my hometown and “rediscovering” it. I also ran my the water – I love the ocean air in my lungs.
Now I’m on a train to Penn Station than going to Grand Central to take a train to Connecticut to see one of my besties.
I have some time to wander the city tomorrow – may go to freedom tower and the world trade center memorial. THEN tomorrow night I get to have dinner with some fabulous fitblrs!
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