With this question on my mind, and trying to dress for the sudden drop in temperature, I completely forget it’s Halloween until I see this guy.
I pass a construction site for a forbidding looking building I’ve come to call The Ministry of Information:
Not surprisingly, there is an exceptional number of runners in the Park:
Janet and I whirl up to Fiend’s Hill, taking the exhilarating blind curve that precedes it.
Well it’s New York. You just have to be alert. One of the only industries we have left is tourism, so you’re going to get this kind of stupidity.
The ride though is great. The air is invigorating and without dragging you through it, thanks to Janet’s speedy nature (and the knowledge that I’d done it before) yes, I did all six "Hill Repeats!" And it wasn’t even hard – could have done more - and probably would have if L had been there to push me.
On the way back, I meet Bob, a cyclist who tells me:
He’s been busted by the Fuzz twice since the accident in Central Park (he was out of town and didn’t realize the sudden shift in biking protocol and safety)
He’s impressed that I did 6 hill repeats (well I had to tell somebody!), even moreso that I did it on a bike that’s 24 lbs. Like many riders I encounter, he claims his bike weight is 19lbs. We pull over to compare. I don’t want to bust his bubble, but it’s clear to me he hasn’t actually weighed his bike.
We both agree that cycling is the best, and we part at 72nd Street, as the park is completely blocked off at that point for the Marathon.
I exit at 72nd taking the Greenway home, and run into this guy doing a familiar balancing act as he waits for the light to change.
The Marathon is set for Sunday.