Tag Archives: running
Run For Your Life
I run most mornings, and have since my 20s. I ran when few did, remembering being stopped in Italy by the police to find out what exactly I was running from. “Signorina, who is’a chaz’ing yooo’?” I’m convinced it’s one … Continue reading
The Jewess and the Shiksa
There’s a young girl I see running most mornings, 30ish, curly-haired, long and lean. She always runs along the various paths that parallel the road, like a deer loping by. Occasionally we stretch together on one of the Park’s many … Continue reading
The Lone Rangers of Central Park
I’ve written about raccoons before, but needed to share my latest sighting. It was early on Sunday, a must if you want to avoid the weekly runner’s race that, if you look over your shoulder, looks as if you’re being … Continue reading
Be Safe
Every morning, before the sun is up when I go out to run, the designated doorman never fails to say, be safe. He knows I’m headed to the park oblivious to the navy sky I’m about to jog under. … Continue reading
Babushka
This morning when I was climbing Harlem Hill in Hamilton Heights, named after Alexander Hamilton, our first Secretary of the Treasury, because he lived there, I came upon a little old lady pushing a tiny grocery cart. She was 5 … Continue reading
Anything Goes Sunday
I’m a very disciplined creature by nature…I’ve had to be. When you grow up in an unstable environment, you need regular rhythms to rely on, so six days a week I’m like a West Point Cadet. I rise early, making … Continue reading
I’d Duck If I Were You
As I was running around Harlem while a bike race was going on, I see a duckling with her beau contemplating crossing the street. Not a good idea, I think, since those bikers wouldn’t stop for me let alone Jemima … Continue reading
Temper Temper
There’s a runner in the park I’d like to kill. You usually see him trying to woo women by showing them around wearing American flag shorts. It’s the only time I’ve ever wanted to burn the flag. He likes to … Continue reading
Weather Or Not
I don’t do well in the cold. These couple of weeks of frigid temperatures have taken their toll. To put mildly…I’VE BEEN FUCKING MISERABLE. Come to think of it, I also pale in heat, rain, snow, hail and sleet. I … Continue reading