My friends took me to the Yankees game last night. It was awesome! The Yanks won it in the 9th inning, something I have never witnessed. Needless to say we (along with most of the other fans) had to go to Stans Bar to celebrate after.

Spilling into my bed at midnight, I knew the next day would not be pretty.

Naturally waking at 5:45 AM can have a negative impact, especially if you need more sleep. Laying awake I thought, “What better way to cure a hangover then a brutal run?”

I have new shoes. Brand new unworn Newton Gravitas to be exact. They were my fathers.

My father passed away Saturday morning after a rough 3 day battle with his Cancer. I am going to write about that another time because I think his story needs to be told, but this is about his Newtons.

Sunday morning, after the dust had settled, my brothers and I were at my Dad’s place hanging with my step-brothers and step-mother. They rock. During a conversation about running and what sneakers I wear my step-mom told me how my Dad bought some Newtons at my recommendation. We went into his closet and sure enough, a new pair of Newton Gravitas were present. I tried them on and to my amazement, they fit!

Back in the present ‘hungover’ state, I laced them up and took off toward Central Park. I hadn’t run in 11 days and was looking forward to it. I compared me not running to Top Gun and how when Goose died Maverick didn’t go flying right away. Viper says “Get him up there flying soon.” My mind is a funny place, it’s true.

It was hot, humid, sunny and exactly what I wanted. This run was very difficult. My poor nutrition and lack of sleep were apparent as I cut my run short. My Dad’s Newtons worked perfect and it’s as if he bought them for me. We don’t even have the same shoe size.

3.4 Miles at a 6:02 pace… I ran that hangover right out the door.