Really good weekend so far:
On Friday I took a half-day of vacation and left work early to go for a long run in the park. I had bought new sneakers earlier in the week (I endured the full treatment to get the appropriate shoe, running on the treadmill with my dress pants ludicrously cuffed upwards while in loaner sneakers, and noticing on the playback video a disturbing outward kick at the rear point in my stride, leading to possibly an even more gangly form that I thought I had, so that now I'm concerned I run like a Muppet) and I was ready to go.
I did a solid six mile loop in Central Park without any stops or water breaks. I was happy with this, simply for the endurance factor. The weather was glorious and it was a great afternoon to run. The Park felt familiar and challenging, and by the end of the run I was happy that my leg muscles were killing me, but I was ok cardio-wise. At home I found that I had a massive blister under a pinkie toe, but hopefully this is just a casualty of brand-new running shoes. I showered and headed to Chipotle for some lunch along with Entertainment Weekly and the New Yorker, and then I went and sat in the sun in Riverside Park and continued reading. The sun was warm and plenty of people were walking by. I read a great short story in the New Yorker by Ben Marcus that really captured one part of fatherhood, the part where you love your child and are confounded by her at the same time, and the part where you realize you are still a lazy bastard but it's not as easy to indulge in it anymore.
We had dinner at J&A's, some great pasta with wine and sambuca. A wonderful evening -- we ended up waking up Alice to take her home around midnight, and she was exhausted but peaceable in the taxi. It was a really great day.
And today was the one-year anniversary of my last day at my previous job. My friends have been very excited about this day, and we were able to observe it last night, around the fourth glass of wine. Not a day goes by that I don't think about my last job and what I learned from there. I have a lot of mixed feelings about it, many levels of pride and disappointment. As it recedes further into the past I'm able to appreciate the experience in different ways, and the passage of time has really been a blessing in may ways.
In any event, I was reading the March 2010 entries in ol' Clarity and realizing that this period of time last year was extremely consequential. March 19: last day of work! March 24: first day of work! April 5: baby is born! What a season that was. Thank God it's over, and that we emerged unscathed, baby in arms.