To quote the best Broadway show of all time (RENT, duh): “New York City, center of the universe.”
Times may not be particularly “shitty” right now, thanks to a re-balancing act that I’ve been pursuing with determination. Still, that line played over and over in my head on Thursday morning, as I set off on my much anticipated 4-mile run. The plan: to head on west toward The High Line and check out the former raised railroad track paths since I hadn’t been there in a while.
The moment I stepped foot out the door, I felt at ease in my stride — a sensation that I haven’t felt in quite some time now. And while the rest of the run was less than blissful — even downright challenging at times — I was nevertheless grateful for that first mile of euphoria. If you passed me somewhere between Grand Central Station and Madison Square Park, you may have seen me smiling like an idiot; I do apologize if I blighted your view.
Like I said, I started off by heading toward Madison Square Park, the urban space I’ve been using over the last few weeks as a benchmark during my quick 1 to 3 mile excursions. Unlike the last few weeks however, this time, I was allowed to run past this too-close-to-home locale. That alone was enough to bring tears to my eyes.
From there, I ventured west toward the bottom of The High Line, but as I began to approach its southern-most entrance, I realized that I was already clocking in at more than 2 miles. If I didn’t turn around then, I’d wind up running more than my original plan had called for. Although the Stacy of yesteryear would have been all great, a longer run, whoopee! the me who wants to make it to the start — and then the finish — line of the Philly Rock ‘n’ Roll Half Marathon knew better. Instead, I found the nearest entrance to the scenic urban park, and made my way up the stairs.
Especially during this time of the year, as the weather cools and the New York City Marathoners begin to invade Central Park’s already too-small paths, I absolutely love what The High Line has to offer. It’s quiet and picturesque. It’s incredibly charming and beautiful. It’s a small snippet of an ostensibly calmer New York City that evades the otherwise claustrophobic feel that can often overwhelm the senses. And it’s also a straight route that enables you to run nearly 20 blocks without having to stop for traffic — a major NYC bonus.
It was while running The High Line that I began to notice small pangs of je ne sais quoi in my “bad” leg, which I was able to control by distracting myself with all the unique city sights, making it back to my apartment just in time to ice my leg like woah.
While perhaps the worst part of my morning was that I was unable to scarf down peanut butter and jelly on crackers post-run due to my pre-doctor’s appointment mandatory fast, the good news is that I finally got to see a general physician to find out once and for all whether WebMD and the countless other non-credible sources on the Internet were right about those strange shooting pains and my recurring fevers. Like I told my new doctor, August wasn’t exactly my month.
On the bright side, said doctor thinks I’m most likely totally healthy, and that sometimes a bad virus can take as many as 5 or 6 months to go away in full. As in my case, it can even return time and again as it runs its course, making you sick over and over (and over) again. Overall, this translated in my head to something along the lines of, “Stop being a raging hypochondriac, Stacy.” He also said that the tight quarters I work in probably don’t do anything good for my crappy immune system, but then wouldn’t give me a doctor’s note telling the boss man I had to work from home for “medical” reasons. Lame.
The appointment concluded with a blood test (it was only my second time getting blood drawn from my arm; that took some major yogi breathing) and a flu shot (I guess after complaining about getting sick all the time, I couldn’t really get out of that one) that apparently doubled as a dead-arm. So there’s that.
And finally, after 12 hours of not eating, I rewarded myself for actually making an appointment with and going to the doctor — not to mention running a solid 4 miles earlier in the morning — with a big bowl of raspberries, fresh figs and nectarine slices…
…and a medium Dunkin’ Donuts 2-pump pumpkin spice iced coffee, extra skim milk please.
What can be bad in the world when you have fresh figs and pumpkin spice? Nothing. The answer is nothing at all.
Fall is rolling on in. Can you feel it? I sure can.
Have a happy and healthy weekend, and may all your long runs be as delicious as syrupy breakfast drinks and fresh farmers’ market produce.
- How many miles are you running this weekend? (I have 9, followed by a massive brunch, on the agenda and couldn’t be more excited!)
- Is there anything more amazing than the return of pumpkin flavored food and drinks?