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A short post about yesterday’s brilliant idea of trying a new longer, harder route.
A few days ago I finished reading “The Book Thief” and have been trying to decide what book to read next.
My Short list (in order of preference):
- El Obsceno Pájaro de la Noche/The Obscene Bird of Night (been thinking of giving it another try)
- Catcher in the Rye (nope, never read it)
- Nickle and Dimed (how I’ve been feeling during this tax season)
- Random Family
- Son of a Witch
But then I remembered that Daniel had read a few months ago a book about running. Back when he bought it, I thought “yuck, how boring!” Even now, I have to admit, I have my doubts as to the entertaining value of a book whose title is “What I Talk About When I Talk About Running.” I mean, come on. What’s up with that title, anyway? But Daniel swears by Murakami so I decided to give it a go.
Who would have guessed that it would be easier to get me to run regularly than to blog?
It’s been a week since my last post and not for lack of running. I guess this is going to get some getting used to.
The most important news to report is that the crew (boyfriend and dog) and I are back on the hard Fort Tryon route. Now, for those of you who don’t know the park, Fort Tryon is located on top of one of the highest points in Manhattan. The views are gorgeous and the hills, for the untrained legs and hearts, are killers.
I’ve experience things many people only dream of.
I’ve walked the Great Wall – not the whole stretch but a nice bit. I’ve hiked the Inca Trail and the Franz Joseph glacier. I’ve horse-trekked the hills of Songpan, the trails of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, and through lush coffee haciendas. I’ve biked down the “most dangerous road in the world” and across the Chinese grasslands. I’ve kayaked the bioluminiscent bay in Vieques. I’ve jumped off a bridge, dived among corals and traveled down a few rivers.
And I’ve done it all bitching.