I think after you see this you’ll agree that I’m not the guy you want taking pictures at your wedding or any other event you actually want to have photos of.

This is my first shot of the lead women as they ran by. Notice the large truck. The women were behind it, really.

I kept trying and then got this one. If you look just behind the motorcycle you’ll see part of a woman runner.

In a slight panic I started snapping wildly and you can actually see one of the runners in this one!

Undaunted, I kept snapping and by the time the men came by I had refined my technique.

I almost missed Mayor Bloomberg, but as he was in a car I had a bigger target to aim at. Still, it was close.

And last but not least, everyone else in the race. If I’d missed them I would have chucked my camera and crawled back into bed.

The route takes the runners right up First Avenue which is about 75 yards from my apartment building. I go out and cheer on the runners as they go by. I’m hoping, at least I think I am, that if I stay injury free I’ll be able to run it one day. My actual plan is to start with a 1/2 marathon, at least one running of the Urbanathalon, maybe a few smaller races, then the marathon.

In writing news I am, both Ashes of a Black Frost and something completely different.

Not really, but I think I enjoy Won Ton soup the most when I’m feeling under the weather. The Chinese restaurant a block from here serve it scalding hot and the steam alone is worth the price when my head is stuffed, which it is right now.

My brother lives in Belleville, ON, and is lucky to live just a town away from a little bakery called Rachel’s where all they make are these absolutely scrumptious butter tarts. Now that I’m back in New York I find myself still thinking about those glorious little pastries (yeah, well, you know how exciting my Saturday night was) and I’m trying to find a bakery here in the city that sells them. So far, no luck. Anyone know of a place in New York that makes them? In return for a good lead I’d offer to name a character in the next book after you but that’s probably a bit extreme…I know, I’ll name a butter tart after you…right before I eat it…or maybe I’ll just say thanks.

Maybe two miles tops, but it was just so wonderful to be outside in the sun. It’s probably a good thing I know Central Park well because when I get out there I really let my brain slip into neutral. If ran like that somewhere else I think I’d get lost. As it is the battle is always to remember to stop. I injured myself the last time by pushing past the point of stupidity so I’m trying to just nudge up against it this time.

I also got in a couple of hours of writing so a fairly productive day for a Sunday. And now the Yankee-Angles are on which wraps things up nicely.