danceboy

5 AM November 3rd 2013:

Manhattan is populated by hundreds of surprisingly fit looking people walking purposefully in various directions, none of them really dressed for the weather.

And one group of 5 young ladies who are clearly looking for one last Halloween party for the year.

During my run today it felt like some ad exec was trying to work out how to market weather to generation X.

All New Xtreme Sunshowers! Thunder! Lightning! Rain! Sun!!!
Also available in diet! with absolutely 0 raindrops!

I've been in sun thunderstorms before, but never without rain, and never quite this, well, extreme...

Also, no weather condition lasted more than about 10 minutes (hmm, or maybe the weather was very localized. I was moving about a mile in 10 minutes...).

So I've started training for a triathlon, and what that really seems to mean so far is that I've taken 4 showers today...

Today in the commons I heard a young man singing "You are my sunshine" in what sounded to me like the style of the Violent Femmes.

There are runners, strong willed and stern enough to not gratuitously run in the road simply in order to run across the Boston Marathon finish line / gate / thing, particularly when they've only run about a third of the proper distance.

I am not one of those runners.

It felt surprisingly good. The cop had this "Great, another idiot in the road" look. And the two miles I had left were just plain easy...

Today I discovered that leaves are more dangerous to a jogger than black ice. Thanks to Sensei Gold, I managed to convert a face plant into a forward roll, and come up, well, not exactly jogging, but faster than a walk. Wobblier too.

Other things from today's jog:

• I saw what I expect to be my last bikini-clad sunbather of the year.
  
• Boston has put out it's creche in the commons. Not too surprising, except in relation to the previous item.
  
• I passed a friend of mine who was talking about me on his cell as I jogged past him. Last night as we left the jam together we were discussing who was stalking whom...
  

For all that the weather was amazing, it was a hard jog. I haven't run in almost two weeks due to a severe case of being in London, so after 3 miles I turned around and came back.

On Saturday I went for a jog. I'm moving along, enjoying the (relative) warmth & sun when I notice that the scenery looks awfully familiar.

And something's wrong.

The scenery isn't moving.

So I look down, and discover that I'm running in place on a patch of black ice. I slowed down to a walk, and gingerly stepped off of it. Then I kept running.

I was happy that I didn't land on my ass, but I felt that it would have been appropriate.

I was struck by the simultaneous applicability of "You wascally wabbit!" (well, specifically a piece in which Bugs described how he made those speed lines occur in the air) & "To move quickly, slow down.".

Dueling zen masters Warner & Suzuki. Film at 11...