When I think of the moments my city glitters, I recall heading out in heels and a little black dress to a late dinner in the Meatpacking District. If I’m feeling less glamorous, I’ll remember running through Central Park on New Years Eve under cover of fireworks; I’ll picture walking out of Irving Plaza, the Roseland Ballroom or the Beacon Theater after an amazing live concert, woozy from drink and song as I trip to the subway.
I certainly don’t think of running across the Queensborough Bridge at 5:30 AM on a Tuesday in late September, but that’s exactly how I got my glitter last week. 5 miles; 49:12 minutes, including time to snap these four shots with my phone’s camera.
Queens Plaza, at the Eastern entrance to the 59th Street Bridge
The Chrysler Building, from the 59th Street Bridge
Upper East Side, East River, and Roosevelt Island, looking North from the 59th Street Bridge
The Roosevelt Island Tram heads into the sunrise
Pigtails Flying 
I’m instantly jealous. The only thing going on at 5 a.m. here is the rustling of drunken bums by the river.
Maybe you should bring Matilda as a bodyguard?
rD
Awe, I wish ‘Tilda was interested in running further than 100 yards at a breakneck sprint!
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Last summer, I would run around Roosevelt Island at 5:30am. The lights of the city would be dimming, as the sun rose up over queens, the QB bridge would loom over the island, and there would otherwise not be anyone out and about except the cab drivers. Reading this post just made me miss that…
By the way, what do you find is the best way to carry your camera while running??