Distance: 3.2 miles
Final run on the big boat. I might try to get one in tomrrow, but we disembark early and that would mean having a smelly, sopping kit in my carry-on bag.
Water fountains do funny things in high winds.
Stepped into the exercise room after the run, and I noticed the hot tub in the middle of the room. Do I have time to go sit in a hot tub and watch other people exercise? I wish I had thought of that days ago.
Today is one of mad desperation. It's a full day at sea, but everyone knows they need to spend some part of the day packing - we need to have our suitcases out in the hall by 11 PM. Get that last piece of cheesecake, take one final dip in the pool, get the portraits ordered, drink that big froofy drink, do it, get it, eat it, eat it, eat it.
For my part, I will be fretting about the show. Harris got the postcards to SpinCycle on time, 250 to New York area press organizations, 500 to their list of FringeNYC ticket buyers. I am trying to come up with pithy email responses to questions for a potential story on next week's free Cleveland performance. I had an actor's nightmare about doing the Vitruvian Man scene at the corner of West 14th and Starkweather.