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It has been a while since we talked. I know over the past year and a half we have mostly going our seperate ways, especially if you compare it to the last decade. Yet, to put it in psychological terms, I now feel a need for some closure between us.

Over the years, you have been powerful enough to put me in a wheelchair, you were nearly powerful enough to keep me in that wheelchair. The pain you caused affected me in every part of my life, both in positive and negative forms. The power you had was strong enough to get me down, to sometimes make me give up, and even to get me to feel sorry for myself on low occasions. You were my pain in days and my caffeine in nights.

But you are getting weaker. I am getting stronger. Your voice is softening. Yet I know you are not beaten. I know you probably never will be. You talk to me everyday, you even scream at me the first fifty steps of every morning. But compared to many years ago, I am so thrilled to realize we are mostly losing touch.

Getting back to closure. I want to ask one favor of you. Better yet, I demand this one favor of you. I want a chance to know who is in charge. I want a match between you and me, an honest match where it will become apparent who has the upper hand. Just you and me.

The New York Marathon.

I promise to listen to you. I promise to prepare in such a way that I won’t upset you. I even promise that if you ask me to give up, I will. If you talk, I will listen. This will also answer my question. Come on, you put me in a wheelchair and through pain for so long, the least you can do is to let me run 42 kilometers for once in my life.

Who knows, we might even become friends.

So what did you do over the weekend?

Well, I flew to Miami, stayed on the 25th floor of the Marriott hotel with an insane view and balcony, slept four hours, was shooting in the sun all day, by rotating with the sun like a flower I managed to sunburn parts of my face, which I carry with NY pride, sit on the beach, fly back to NY, work at Saks 5th Ave for a couple of hours, meet some amazing people, have a great night with old UCUers once again, then last night I went to the premiereparty of the movie “The Producers” where I was running around in the presence of Sarah Michelle Parker, Matthew Broderick, Will Ferrell, a big bunch of other famous people who I of course do not know, and I actually had the chance to talk to Uma Thurman (pictures will be provided lateron), who, by the way, might just have a chance with me if she plays her cards right. My oh my oh my who would believe all this crap? I sure don’t. Yet somehow it all fit into one weekend. And I loved it. I mean Uma. I mean it. *sigh*.