A purple beauty.

I forgot to mention, I ate concrete on the way back to New York last weekend.
Not once.
Twice.
The first time, I managed not to spill my diet coke, but the second time, it went flying. I would like to blame it on the fact I was rushing to grab food before I got on the train and my Toms are too big for my feet. Not the fact I'm uncoordinated at all. Anywooo, I would like to thank The Metro North for ruining my fabulous and relaxed mood putting me back into NYC mode.

You can stop reading now if bruises freak you out.
If you're a freak like me and think they are pretty, you can check out the damage below.

Ignore my pastiness. 

That's a few days later. Kind of amazing though. It's HUGE!
This better not effect my running.