It’s Not Sane
“All I can say is that my life is pretty plain
ya don’t like my point of view
ya think I’m insane
Its not sane……it’s not sane”
- Blind Melon, “No Rain”
I’m so tired right now that my fingers are having trouble typing these words. The long and short of it? After a long day at the hospital, including some awesome psychiatry lectures, I decided to go for a run with my doggies and friend Chris. (It was 63 degrees outside and we couldn’t resist.)
We ran from Prospect Park in Brooklyn to DUMBO (dropped off a package to Chris’s friend), and then ran over the Brooklyn Bridge into Manhattan. Then back over the Manhattan Bridge into Brooklyn. Almost 15 miles. Not too shabby after a long day’s work.
And fairly insane.
I’m now going to consume about 4,500 calories before hitting the sack.
I’m one tired, but very happy, camper.
Photos: Taken on my run tonight.


