There's something to be said for rising early, for being among the first on the train, a touch bleary-eyed, coffee still warm from the French press from which it was just poured. The light of the subway car is harsh and apt to make anyone look unflattering before the light has time to break across…
Fireflies in Astoria
A black cat crossed my path as I walked, full, towards the store to purchase frozen yoghurt for dessert. I always forget in which country it's considered a bad omen when this happens. I think it's probably America, but honestly, I don't care. One day, I decided that a black cat walking in front of…
I Smile at People When I Run
I don't remember who said it, but at some point it was expressed that "when you see a lot of runners, they look absolutely miserable." First thing in the morning, this doesn't seem as apparent, but I've done the Central Park loop many times and spied people who have the affect of one about to…
It Ain’t the Country, but It’ll Do
I am never running another marathon. After repeated attempts at running a sanctioned marathon - I had raised money for one of my best friend's memorial fund - I finally ran my own 26.2 mile route. I had to honor the promise I made to those who donated. I wanted to honor my hard work. So after…
Time's Thievish Progress 