No Trains
It's a favorite activity for the MTA on weekends. Tourists take note. They always screw with the trains on weekends. So with no train to get me to the park I decided to run down the river.
It was, of course, drizzling rain. Here's the George Washington Bridge.
I'm about two miles from home at this point. T'was brillig.
The path, which runs all the way down to Battery Park (I am going to do that whole thing one day soon.) gets a little narrow, goes through some unpleasant areas where there are huge fences on both sides of you and puts you right next to traffic at several places.
That being said, it is flat to down hill the whole way from the bridge (of course it is, rivers don't run uphill.) and there are enough fountains along the way.
As you can see, it was not crowded this morning and I breezed along to 72nd Street through the garden that was the scene of the last scene of "You've got Mail" which is all roped off and fenced and full of construction stuff except for this part
and took the 1/9 back up to a station nearby to my neighborhood. I know, I could have taken that train down to the park but I wasn't sure how far I wanted to go this morning. Fecking rain! But each time I stopped to take a picture a little voice inside me said "What? Stopping here you great big lug!!!?? Get those shoes moving and the next thing I knew I was seven miles from the start. (okay 6.88, but then I ran from the 181st Station up through Little Dominica where the folks were having their own little illegal street fair right up the hill from the 33rd Precinct.
Oh, and just as I got back across Broadway I saw something that I hadn't seen in days.
Joe(now for some breakfast)Nation