A short post about yesterday’s brilliant idea of trying a new longer, harder route.
Today we skipped Fort Tryon’s trails and headed straight to the volleyball court.
Photos after the jump.
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.