I love this so much. I'm following your route and remembering living in the city, how I loved it in the summer best and couldn't understand why people decamped then. The shadows, the small breezes, the watermelon...I couldn't run twenty feet so this is vicarious enjoyment for me. And Harry just keeps getting more thoughtful and strong.
I can taste and feel in my hands the sticky, juicy watermelon you share here, especially when I think of how satisfying it is to have this treat after a long run. Orange slices also have this effect on me. A running coach, who I’d hired when I was aiming for a BQ with my first marathon years ago, instructed me to have an ice-cold can of regular Coke in a cooler at the end of my first 20-mile training run. I did as she said and that was the best Coke I’d ever tasted.
My 26-year-old daughter just moved to the city, and she’s also a runner. Over the past couple of years, as she has spent more time there and now calls it home, I am getting to know, and falling in love with, this place that is so different from where I live in northern Michigan. I am looking forward to many more runs there with her. Thank you for sharing your stories of running, and running in the city. I love them every time.
I love your pieces on running and Harry. This one was filled with so many directions and indirections. When my child was your child’s age they were obsessed with Harry and this brought that back, as well as my own struggles with running now and how I seem to be making no forward progress— with pace or mileage or pleasure in it. Just struggle. I admire how you just run and run and run through streets and parks I know well too. Keep going!
I love this so much. I'm following your route and remembering living in the city, how I loved it in the summer best and couldn't understand why people decamped then. The shadows, the small breezes, the watermelon...I couldn't run twenty feet so this is vicarious enjoyment for me. And Harry just keeps getting more thoughtful and strong.
I can taste and feel in my hands the sticky, juicy watermelon you share here, especially when I think of how satisfying it is to have this treat after a long run. Orange slices also have this effect on me. A running coach, who I’d hired when I was aiming for a BQ with my first marathon years ago, instructed me to have an ice-cold can of regular Coke in a cooler at the end of my first 20-mile training run. I did as she said and that was the best Coke I’d ever tasted.
My 26-year-old daughter just moved to the city, and she’s also a runner. Over the past couple of years, as she has spent more time there and now calls it home, I am getting to know, and falling in love with, this place that is so different from where I live in northern Michigan. I am looking forward to many more runs there with her. Thank you for sharing your stories of running, and running in the city. I love them every time.
I love seeing how you see NY. This is how it feels when I visit Chicago and recall the 7 years I spent there from 18-25.
I love your pieces on running and Harry. This one was filled with so many directions and indirections. When my child was your child’s age they were obsessed with Harry and this brought that back, as well as my own struggles with running now and how I seem to be making no forward progress— with pace or mileage or pleasure in it. Just struggle. I admire how you just run and run and run through streets and parks I know well too. Keep going!