Ed

So I spent my mid-week night with my other Ed who had come to town for work. My good ol' beer buddy who got me all hung over this morning with six pints.

And it struck me last night how my fate entwines with the two "Ed Tan"s in my life.

If I meet a third, maybe I should just marry him.


What better way to negate the negative effects from the night before than a good hard run?

A really good, hard run. I really needed that.

7 klicks of intervals, 39 minutes, 465 calories.

And then a huge-ass plate of salad with balsamic vinaigrette, grilled chicken and the most runny poached egg I've ever eaten.

This place just hasn't failed me. Yet.



Yes, yes. I cheated.