6 miles in the Bronx. 60 degrees, clear, low wind. Happy runner back in NYC.
I loved this run but had what I'll call - in a New York vibe - the energy changeover. As in that hour in the afternoon when one taxi shift ends but there's a lull before the next one starts. Sometimes I get this. Around a mile and a half into the run, I'll start feeling weak and clammy, legs wobbly. Not sure if it's because I haven't really fueled up (this morning I had coffee and a banana, and a few sips of water), or for some other reason. Regardless, it takes about another mile or two to shake out of it and then something clicks into place and I feel better for the rest of the run. Maybe it's because I pushed the pace from the start, happy to be back in NYC? And my engine had some lag time catching up. Or maybe it's just taxi changeover time in terms of running energy.
On the way back onto the island two ambulances overtook me. Turns out there was an accident on the bridge: looked like a sedan ran up onto the back of a pickup truck. Seemed like no serious injuries, though I'm not sure. Cars were backed up for a long way on both sides of the bridge, drivers standing next to open doors, calling out to me to see if I knew what happened.
Music-powered by Paul Simon, who always sounds like NYC to me.