We are now at t-minus six days to the New York City Marathon. And I'm feeling…meh? I think that's for two reasons: first, I didn't train that well. The travel + heat + stupid bee/faint/knock myself out incident meant I didn't put together a lot of quality weeks of running. And second: this'll be my ninth full marathon and my third in New York City. I have become the person I never thought I would be: this isn't new territory to me. I am looking at running a marathon and not panicking. I guess everything can become a habit if you do it enough.
I may be part of the broadcast of the marathon. If so, I'll send a special edition of the Jen A. Miller Update. I know you are sitting on the edge of your seat for it :-)
"Should You Really Buy That Home?" for The New York Times
"First Time Running N.Y.C.? I'm Here to Help" for The New York Times
Jen Blathers On
"The Most Annoying Thing an Editor Can Do" for Columbia Journalism Review
What I'm Reading
I've been on a bit of a tear, starting with Miss Kopp's Midnight Confessions by Amy Stewart. Then, for a story, I read Rethinking Postiving Thinking by Gabriele Oettingen. On Saturday, I lost my entire night to The Poet by Michael Connelly. I thought I'd read a few pages and then suddenly it was three hours later and dark outside. I gasped in the last 15 pages. It's one of the best crime novels I've ever read. And I came out of that to start The Power of Habit by Charles Duhigg. Can you tell I'm writing about New Year's resolutions? Expect that out in December.
What I'm Watching
Wallander, which I'm surprised Netflix didn't throw at me sooner (fun note: apparently this series is why Kenneth Branagh made Tom Hiddleston Loki). Last night, mom and I watched The Note, a very silly Hallmark movie. Though I admit that I'm tempted to find the followup called…The Note 2.