I had wanted to go and watch the end of the preofessional New York Marathon but I couldn't because I was so exhausted from the night before, even though the finish line was just down the street from Josh's apartment. How late were we out on Saturday night? We were out so late that when I missed my stop and went up past 96th street, I ran into a guy from South Africa with a number on his chest who was going down to the park to prepare for the race. It was a crazy, fun night.

So we were wandering around Columbus Avenue. We're walking south, we see more and more people with these odd silver, thermal blankets draped around them. This must have been after 6. It was dark, about an hour after sunset. Just south of the Museum of Natural History on 82nd or so, we took a right towards the park. There's tons of lights. Tons of security and police. We weren't allowed in the park. I guess we were a major security threat.

We did see these old Indians who had just finsished the race. I was talking to this Punjabi and he said, if you think these guys are amazing, wait until the 90 year old finishes.