This morning I made my way to the hotel's (quite nice) fitness center, where I finished W4D1. I really have to say that it's the hardest thing I've done physically in quite a while. I had to talk myself into keeping going 'til the end by telling myself that I haven't given up on one yet, and now is not the time to start. When I was done, I sat around the fitness center for five or ten minutes, then came up to the room and collapsed on the bed for a while before I was able to move. The jump from W3 to W4 seems to be too large to me, and I can see why that's where people start giving up.
After a quick lunch we saw a new David Mamet play called Race, which is currently in previews on Broadway. The cast is made up of four people-- James Spader, David Alan Grier, Kerry Washington, and Richard Thomas. It's a fascinating play, but I wasn't terribly impressed with the performances or the direction. The whole show felt very rushed to me, like the director couldn't stand any pauses in the action. One character in particular was really bad-- I've seen better acting in high school shows.
I'm hoping it cleans up its act before the official opening, since the play itself is quite interesting.
Tomorrow, who-knows-what in the daytime, and a lovely dinner in the evening. Monday afternoon I take off for Glasgow.