We’ll Cross That Bridge When We Get To It
Last night after a mindless day at work…rushing home to walk our new puppy…cleaning up the apartment and paying the bills (wow, is this my life now?!) the thought of a cold run outside was far from my mind. Thankfully, my running partner made sure to keep us on track (despite my best efforts to lure her with dinner and wine instead).
In lieu of our normal route on the West Side Highway and sometimes through Central Park, we decided to completely overhaul our workout and run down the Bowery to the Manhattan Bridge…across to Brooklyn and then run back through Chinatown – roundtrip: 4.6 miles. Aside from having to dodge tiny Asian women shuffling along on Canal Street, this was a great change in pace and routine. Crossing the bridge was the best part because we had a phenomenal view to look at in both directions, plus the pedestrian path is separate from the train and car traffic so you feel completely safe (other than the fear of falling into the DIRTY Hudson River). Most importantly, we switched up our routine to force our brain to work harder instead of passively predicting every next move.
Next up: run down the West Side Highway and cross all three bridges, Brooklyn, Manhattan and Williamsburg with finish line on the FDR Drive. However, this will require a warm sunny morning and some serious post run brunch to keep me focused.
