Feelin’ Groovy

I am happy, right now.  It’s a rainy, chilly day here in New York City, with a mist in the air that sometimes turns to drizzle.  But, I just got off my butt and ran from my home in Sunnyside to Grand Central Station in Midtown Manhattan, and I had a great time.  No ipod.  No company, just me and myself, chugging over the 59th Street Bridge, getting a charge that I could actually run over it.  That I am physically able to, I mean.

The whole run was about 4.5-ish miles, more or less, according to Mapquest.com, and it took me 48 minutes, according to my $14 digital wristwatch.

During my run I encountered the following people:  a moving guy who told me to “keep it up!”; a fireman in full lifesaving regalia whose, when he grinned at me as I jogged between him and the house in question, whole face wrinkled up into a big happy “U”; a middleaged Jewish guy who griped at me “It’s healthier to hail a cab!”; and another jogger at the crest of the Queensborough Bridge to whom I said, “It’s all downhill from here!” I’m such a card, I know.

I have to say it was totally cool to run from my home into Manhattan.  Running over the bridge was great, even if most of my view was obscured by the fog.  When I ran over Roosevelt Island I shouted out, “Que pasa Roosevelt” just because I could!!

I know I have to more than quintuple the mileage that I ran today to make it to a marathon, but I still can’t help feeling just a bit proud of myself.