Another New York Run

As is usually the case when I stay at my mother-in-law's in NY, I took the opportunity to go for a run in Central Park. As I walked over to the park I noticed a pair of crutches abandoned against a tree. Had there been a miraculous healing on 79th Street? Like the single abandoned shoes one sees on the streets of NY, it is a mystery.

The streets of New York were quiet at 7 AM on a weekend day. I have lived so long in Washington's early morning culture (it's the military/government influence) that I'm no longer used to the late-to-bed, late-to-rise schedule of NY.

My run was uneventful. I started out heading downtown, keeping my eyes open for signs of an outdoor Zumba class that was scheduled to be held in the park that day and that I knew my friend Alison would be attending. As I expected, since it was two hours before the start of the class and it's a big park, I didn't spot anything. The park's main roads are reserved for pedestrians on weekends, so when I hit a road I joined the flow of runners back uptown, finishing with a loop around the Onassis reservoir, past the Metropolitan Museum and back out of the park. I gave the doorman a friendly hello and tried not to drip too much sweat on the lobby floor, then Valerie and I went out for a little post-run carbo-loading at a wonderful local bagel place. A nice start to the day.