This is a blog about running, my home (New York City), me running around my home, and embracing the practice of running as means of transportation among many other lovely means. It's about deconstructing a compartmentalized view of such a massive metropolis, and no longer feeling tied to mass transit as a necessity: understanding what distance actually feels like and moving through time and space at your own pace.
Thursday, July 11, 2013
Eleven Point Seven Miles on Seven Eleven
A rather normal day of running. My three mile cup of coffee in the AM was followed later by an arbitrary trek home that totaled 8.7 miles. Part of the journey home involved 21 laps of a staircase with 48 steps on 68th st near the Hudson, before heading south along the river to Canal st. I just found it neat that the distance and date mirrored each other when I got home and carefully mapped the day's travels.
AM Fuel: banana and water
AM Cargo: towel, work clothes, deodorant, empty food container
PM Fuel: yogurt, salad, two slices of thin crust pizza, some cake
PM Cargo: towel, work clothes, deodorant, Chop't Cobb Salad
Subway issues avoided: co-workers wouldn't stop complaining
Running jams:
AM in to PM: Robert Glasper Experiment - Black Radio
PM: Dillinger Escape Plan - One of Us is the Killer
Money spent on the day: zero dollars
Quira Ba
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