I woke up at 5:30 this morning, tense and anxious about everything that needs to get done over the next five days. You see, this Wednesday evening the lawyers finally delivered a closing date for my coop purchase (May 31st) and I booked the movers (June 1st). Just like that, my holding pattern was over and I was given permission to land! Tray tables and seat backs to their upright position, people–TK’s set for arrival!
It’s all good. I do need to vigilantly surrender through this process, though: if I let my control freak* take over, I’m just asking for the stress to be magnified, for something to go wrong, and for disappointment. I don’t want this wonderful experience–buying and moving into my first wholly-owned home–dampened. So, at 5:30 AM I held my eyes shut against the to-do list, prayed that my troubled thoughts be turned off, and I went back to sleep until 6:30, at which point I got up and got ready for my run.
I set out without a firm route in mind (all I knew was I wanted to hit Ditmars Boulevard), and it ended up being an out-and-back. I ran up 49th St (from 31st Ave) to Ditmars Blvd; right onto Ditmars, which I followed until it curves south and turns into 82nd Street. I ran to 37th Avenue, then headed home. This way was completely new to me, and I enjoyed the tree-lined side streets and even the hills. I also liked how, when you’re running west along Ditmars, the cross streets go from 81st Street down sequentially to 71st, but then jump all the way down to 49th two blocks later! That really gave me a mental perk at the end of this workout. To see it on a map, I traced an upside down U that took me through Astoria Heights and Jackson Heights.
Along the way, a few airplanes skidded loud and low across the sky above me; no surprise there since the entrance to Laguardia’s Marine Air Terminal is on 82nd St. Auto traffic was light, but the Q32–the bus I took in Sunnyside that takes me over my bridge into Manhattan–passed me several times as I trotted along 82nd Street. On my way home, a moving van from the company I hired in January and again for Wednesday’s move drove right by me. All of this relocation, this movement of people and things through the skies and roads felt like the lead-in to my personal “Price is Right” moment. Look, here comes Bob Barker! “TK, pack your bags, because you’re moving to… Woodside, Queens!” Cameras swing to me, jumping up and down, clapping and laughing with unbridled delight.
6 miles run in 53:36, average pace 8:56. Fastest mile 8:33, slowest mile 9:20.
*I was going to say “inner control freak,” but there’s really nothing inner about her–she’s pretty much in your face. Freak!