Resolutionary.

Tomorrow marks the return to an un-welcomed normalcy. Another season of holiday cheer - however you cheer - has come and gone like Manhattan snow. Tomorrow ushers in the return of rush hour trains packed with wandering eyes, crowded midtown crosswalks and even more stuffed email inboxes. Back to work we go; just pinballs in the machine.

January breeds new. Calendars. Sweaters gifted weeks earlier. Resolutions.

I was never a fan of resolutions. But this year will be different.

I'm joining the NYC Road Runners Club in hopes of being eligible for the 2011 NYC Marathon. Yes, I was serious about getting back to the pavement. And I mentioned something about less booze-age and a softer tongue. Ummm. One at a time, people.


From a random gym in a random neighborhood at a random hour of the night.