ossobuco wrote:Wonderful.
What flavor popsicles?
STILL cannot get onto the results page
Maybe by nine PM after everyone else has gotten theirs... .
They were Raspberry on the outside and some kind of orange-lemony inside and Strawberry with an unidentified but delicious taste. Mango?
One thing that happens to me when I'm running is all my senses get huge.
I hear parts of conversations from ten yards away: "...backers want to pay eight dollars an hour... ." "How much?" "Eight dollars an hour plus they get a meal, but I told them there is no way... ." "No kidding!" "the hotel is ... ."
I can smell the grass and the leaves, there is a rusty smell to trees that are changing colors, down near the carriage rides the aroma of wet horse manure was particularly deep this morning.
And I start to see every little thing on the road. Now, part of that is self-preservation when you are in the middle of twenty thousand swinging elbows, but I'm talking about acorns.
Acorns (God's Little Ballbearings) have begun to appear everywhere on the paths and roadways of Central Park and if you think my 199 pound foot can crush such things like an egg, which is what I thought, you'd be just a surprised as I was to find out that some of them have the mass and tensile strength of diamonds. They roll very well as your foot strikes them, but never straight ahead, always on a left or right vector, the better to pull the ligaments of your knee down over your socks.
So your brain, my brain, all the ten thousand brains start watching out for acorns and while you are doing this you are watching out for the four girls who are running in lockstep and blocking the middle of the road, the fellow who keeps grabbing at his shorts as if they had something alive in them and this guy.
Larry the Lighthouse 
Yes. Larry was running with us this morning and he was lit.
So there you are, music blasting in your ears - ("Its the End of the Word as We Know It by REM- great running song,) the smells are all around, (huge perfume on the huge blond and there is just a hint of salt water coming from the Hudson) the real water tastes wonderful, so refreshing and you are avoiding both Larry and the acorns when you begin to see the other hazards on the roadway. Not just the water puddles and the cracks in the pavement, about four miles into any race, people start to drop stuff. Extra water bottles, lip balms (those will take you for a ride), lots of hair scrunchgies and the occasional, I kid you not, hair brush. Who runs with a hair brush? I've seen three or four so far and, unless the volunteers are placing them on the pavement, some runners want to look their extra best for someone at the end of the run.
But the final problem of this morning was paint. Crosswalk paint. Nice, shiny white paint. Easy to see and, when wet, slicker than deer guts on a doorknob. I thought for awhile it was just me who had to tippee-toe across each section of crosswalk down the West Side Highway, but later I heard some people talking about how they almost took a dive with only two miles to go.
More later.
Going to have a steak for dinner. And Mozzarella Cheese with fresh Basil and a little of the good olive oil.
Then I am walking up the hill to the 24 Hour Grocery to see if they have any popsicles.
Joe(Is there such a thing as runZen?)Nation
