A and I ran Central Park last Friday. I don’t know if it was the brisk autumn
weather or if the bleachers set up for next weekend’s marathon inspired me, but
I logged my fastest time ever on the outer loop. I shaved almost ten minutes off of my average
time. Granted that average was taken
over ten years ago when I lived in New York City, but even so, we flew.
A said it felt long to him, but to me and it felt like the
shortest six miles I’ve ever run. Every
turn, straightaway, and rolling hill was familiar, and I marked the distance by
all the famous landmarks along the way.
The carousel, the boathouse, the Met and Cleopatra’s Needle, the
Reservoir, the baseball fields, the swimming pool, the Delacorte Theater, Sheep
Meadow…all these great places that never change. It felt like we were running with an old
friend.
Even though I could have strolled down memory lane forever, I
was even more excited that I ran so quickly.
Now if only we could do it that speed three more times I would be all
set….
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