Tag Archives: running in Central Park
The Great Outdoors
It’s a little before 6 as I make my way to the Park, welcomed by a young raccoon. He’s ambling towards his tree, in no hurry, like Huckleberry Finn. If he had a fishing pole and a banjo, it wouldn’t … Continue reading
Best Story of the Week…Raccoons on Parade
Between Covid life, and the heat, people are getting up earlier. Nature, however, never alters her rhythms, no matter what. It’s daybreak, the prettiest time of the morning, as I make my way north. There are bikers to my right, … Continue reading
Assault and Batteries
I’m in the Park as the sun is coming up, alone except for a pigeon who won’t take no for an answer. After stretching my calves the size of mangoes from all my years of running, take flight I see … Continue reading
Colorful Women
Lately on my morning run, I see two women of a certain age, strolling, with beautiful scarves wrapped around their heads, Caribbean style. You see them like lights a half a mile away, their colors brushing the Park’s landscape like … Continue reading
Staying Alive
Despite the horrors of COVID-19 ravaging New York City, I still, every day go for my morning run…more of a grace than I can say. Marc from sorryless.com had asked me to share what I think about during my run. … Continue reading
Guys and Dolls
It’s President’s Day as I’m about to run, so the Park still bathed in twilight is pretty deserted, except for me and a large raccoon about to cross the road. We both stop at the same time waiting for the … Continue reading
Raccoon Run
For two weeks I’ve changed my rhythms, going out to run at 5. It helped me get through the holidays that turned into a John Waters Christmas. All I needed was Divine to come back from the dead escorting my … Continue reading
Best Story of the Week…August 22
It’s a drizzly day as I head back home from my run. A pretty girl in her 30s is standing under the eave of a brownstone perusing her phone, smartly staying dry. She looks great in jeans with an opened … Continue reading
Best Story of the Week…May 16
Central Park…first light As I’m cantering up Harlem Hill, otherwise known as Hamilton Heights, since it’s Alexander Hamilton’s old neighborhood, I see a young boy perched on the grass, elbows resting on his knees, selling bottled water. His cardboard sign … Continue reading
All Hoodies Up
There was a time not that long ago, if a hint of rain was expected, I’d never leave the house. My iPhone frequently warns me showers are imminent poking my acute phobia about getting wet in its side. Like Carmela, … Continue reading