The Australian guy, who, after my 16 mile run, congratulated me and told me how proud I should be, who talked to me despite my tears and acted like [this is normal for this strange girl to be crying while talking to me], who told me he was impressed by me, and who shook my hand like a true champion....of which, I am not.
The very last minute shopping spree, Mexican dinner AND coffee break in midtown on Sunday night, chocolate anything, Bryant Park on a fall-ish evening, midtown at night (so much more enjoyable than during the day) the adorable gray jumper dress that I just can't wait to debut on my first day of my new job, tights, leggings and the color mustard
Turkey bacon, a coffee headache, my first beer in what felt like forever, toasting to 16 miles and other such accomplishments, over-the-jeans calf massages, meeting the new boyfriends, seeing how the other half lives (and by half I mean "upper west side")
Putting in my two weeks notice, telling them they can't match it, walking away confidently knowing that I did the right thing......and being able to float for the next 2 weeks
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