Tag Archives: #RunninginCentralPark
If Gulliver Had Wings
5:00 a.m. 28 degrees that after 16, feels like a heatwave. I’m off to the Park. Still half asleep, it takes a full five minutes before realizing that there’s more snow on the ground after only seeing a few flurries … Continue reading
Why Better Is Good
Perfection is overrated. You learn this as you get older realizing nothing is perfect anyway. It’s the old half full/half empty choice on your personal questionnaire. Most people choose the latter as if pessimism was safer expecting … Continue reading
Walking Each Other Home
5: am I’m running in the Park earlier than usual. There’s no one around but me and the raccoons. As I trot along hear footsteps. My hearing being what it is, is sensitive to what’s behind me. I turn to … Continue reading
The Waggy Multitasker
It’s a pity dogs can’t teach school. They seem to have the secret of life living in the moment, a lesson learned daily from Frisky, a Black Labrador Retriever I know. I see him in the Park most … Continue reading
Raccoons Have The Right of Way
Central Park 5:30 a.m. It’s still dark as I begin my run. As I’m tooling along a raccoon pops out from behind a tree. We both stop when we see each other. Neither of us move. “Go ahead,” I say, … Continue reading
Diary Of A Tree Hugger
Every morning before starting my run in the Park hug a tree. Yes I’m back running. Bill Hicks taught me that trees have faces, and so does the one I’ve named Mr. Oak. He’s large, imposing and very … Continue reading
Gone With The Wind
Seems I’ve finally met my match. I’m 119 pounds and while in the Park, if I hadn’t held onto a tree, would have surely blown to Jersey. I’ve never been at the mercy of wind before. I … Continue reading
Nature Showing Off
It’s 5:30 a.m. as I enter the Park. A biker whooshes by along with a man walking his Black Lab going the other way. He nods. As I’m about to run, a slew of raccoons in various shapes … Continue reading
A Bulldog Named George
As I’m walking to the Park, I see a robust bulldog charging towards me like a long distance runner. Solid, sturdy…imagine a barrel with legs. He was pulling his owner, a pretty woman maybe in her 40s, … Continue reading
Nun Of It Made Sense
Now I’ve seen everything. As I was coming to the end of the runner’s track, walking the last few feet, a nun in old fashioned regalia ran passed me. Imagine Julie Andrews from the Sound of Music in an impressive … Continue reading



