Another runner and fellow slave to the media commented to me recently, "There’s something about running here that gives you a special kind of ownership of the city." I definitely felt that today as I ran through the soggy park feeling as if I virtually had the place to myself. No one is obsessing about how they're going to look in a bathing suit anymore and most of the fall marathoners still have the luxury of just taking the day off when it's icky outside. Dog owners still had to be out there, but the social cliques that gather on the edges of the larger open spaces to chat and drink coffee while their boxers and retrievers frolic, were conspicuously absent. It's just amazing to be smack dab in the center of one of the biggest cities in the world and to feel so completely isolated from the rest of the world.
I did hit 2,000 miles for the year this week and I suppose it's likely that I'll hit 2,500 before December 31st. Those are big numbers for me and sometimes it still doesn't seem quite real. The last few days it's felt very real and it's been a significant struggle to drag myself out of bed each morning to run. Tomorrow will be a delicious day of rest, mostly spent traveling, but ending in a warm place with white sand and palm trees. We were supposed to leave today, but our flight was cancelled and plans were postponed. The upside of this is that I can go right home after work and straight into bed. The fact that this is such a decadent concept for me is a little sad, but all the same, I'm very much looking forward to it.