So today is our first full day back in New York after our summer vacation.
I went out for a run:
I circled Fort Greene Park twice.
Then I ran across the Brooklyn Bridge.
Then I ran through Chinatown.
I meant to come back over DUMBO across the Manhattan Bridge,
But, I didn’t see it,
So I ran up Houston until I saw the Williamsburg Bridge
Then I ran back home on Bedford Avenue past the synagogues and children and past the housing projects of Bed-Sty and back home.
The Husband laughs at me for overshooting my goal.
I think of Greta Gertz who completed her first New York Marathon because she didn’t know where she was and running all the way to the finish line was the only way she could find the people who knew who she was.
I like running in the city better than car friendly Texas and suburban Seattle. Human scale, and passing other pedestrians goes a long way towards helping me feel like I am OK as I am (as a runner) and not in danger of being hit by a car. Missoula, Montana however had a series of off-road trails with which I was familiar enough that I could run for miles without getting spooked. Not like running alongside a highway in Car Culture Land where I am aware that I could be squashed like a bug at any moment by an SUV.