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In my quest to run 55 miles in this, my final week of intense training for the London Marathon, I set out from my apartment at 5:35 am to run 12 as my morning commute. I am developing quite a fondness for these runs to work, even though they require a bit of planning ahead.

I like the weight of the accomplishment, because no matter how my day at the office evolves, no one can take away those miles: I did something worthy before ever flicking on my computer. I like the distance: 10 to 12 miles is long enough to be substantial but not so long as to require a nap. I like communing with my city so early in the morning. I get to tread my bridge, explore the east side, share Central Park with other members of our tribe. I run New York City awake, gently pull the sun out from behind the horizon, and mull it all over–yesterday, tomorrow, today. The priority feels right, too. First: Run, play, sweat. Then: clean up so I look like a professional, and get down to business. Yes please.

Today I wore shorts and my running jacket. Brought the gloves but dispensed with them once I got over the 59th Street Bridge and its gusts. Shorts! The Empire State building shone fuzzily through the predawn fog, and the streets stretched like shiny black plastic, still wet from the rains of the day before. Central Park was jammed with runners, and I was pleased to share the loop with them. I like having people to pass, I like having fast, graceful runners pass me so I may admire them. And even though it meant dodging tourists, I even enjoyed the final quarter mile down Fifth Avenue towards my office. As I ran, the Q32 pulled up at one of its bus stops and discharged some passengers. Normally that is my carriage but not today, today my feet got me here. Prada, Pucci, Gucci, Ferragamo–I window shopped Italian couture as I ended my workout.

12 miles ran in 1:55:29. Average pace 9:37; fastest mile 8:48; slowest mile 11:04.

Songs I ran to: “I Can’t Drive 55” by Sammy Hagar, “F*ck You” by Lily Allen, “Factories” by Winter Gloves, “Fade” by Sister Hazel, “Faded” by Ben Harper, “Fai Come Me” by Irene Grandi, “Faith in You” by Matthew Sweet, “Fast as You” by Dwight Yoakam, “Fast as You Can” by Fiona Apple, “The Fear” by Lily Allen, “Feed the Tree” by Belly, “Feelin’ Stronger Every Day” by Chicago, “Fell in Love with a Girl” by The White Stripes, “Fever” by Peggy Lee, “Fever (Adam Freeland Remix” by Sarah Vaughan, “Few and Far Between” by 10,000 Maniacs, “A Few Minutes of Silence” by Paul Westerberg, “Fight for Your Mind” by Ben Harper, “Fighter by Christina Aguilera (now there’s a woman I’d like to take over my lap and spank. Yum), “Finer Feelings” by Spoon, “Fiona” by Lyle Lovett, “Firecracker” by Josh Turner, “First Date” by Blink 182, “Fisherman’s Daughter” by The Waifs, “Flathead” by The Fratellis, “Float On” by Modest Mouse, “The Fly” by U2, “For the Girl” by The Fratellis, “Forever Yours” by Paul Burch and the WPA Ballclub, “Found a Job” by Talking Heads, “Fourth Floor” by The Waifs

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