But it wasn’t all buttercups & pumpkin pie for country mouse, who chewed her way in to a cardboard box but somehow couldn’t chew her way out again…. #deadasadormouse #coldcoldground
The great thing about running is that even when the marathon you’ve spent 4 months preparing for is canceled 20 minutes before it starts, by the first mile of your consolation lap your disappointment is washed away by the simple act of running: it was a beautiful day to run 15 miles as training for some yet-to-be-determined challenge. #whyirun #whyirace #centralparkmarathon #running (thanks @runsmartproject & @brooklynrunningco for getting me ready!) #sorrytheressomefuckedupgrammarinthisbuticantfeelmyfingers (at Central Park In Manhattan)
Like its animal-kingdom analogues, cockroaches and rats, wintry mix showed up in the big city, looked around, and saw that it had found its spiritual home. It is in cahoots with cabbies and dry cleaners. It has kin in the creepy precipitation that falls on subway…
Knocked out the first 2/3rds of a 20 miler at the @newyorkroadrunners Fred Lebow Half Marathon, then ran home from Central Park for the last 7. Two rounds of Harlem Hill with @ryan_haney egging me on made the Wmsburg Bridge seem a little desolate by comparison. #whyirun #flhm #stravaproveit #nyrr (at Central Park)
The best way to accommodate myself to bad weather, I find, is to go run in it. The sleet or rain or violent wind makes what might have been an uneventful run into an adventure. When you live in a city, it can be the only kind of natural adventure available to you.
For the new year, Tessa Rumsey’s “Poem for the Old Year.” I’ve loved this poem unreasonably since I read it at the desk of my first job in New York 16 years ago. Happy New Year!
You’re digging through the closet, trying to find a power strip, when you stumble across your old electric guitar. Your daughter wanted a guitar for Christmas and you didn’t get her one, but maybe she’d like to play this one, so you pull it out and open the case. There in the case is a t-shirt from a hardcore band from Orlando that you saw one frozen night in Vermont 17 winters ago, when your brother’s hardcore band opened for them. And so you find yourself in the kitchen on Christmas afternoon with headphones in, listening to strident vegan hardcore while Mariah Carey plays on repeat in the living room.