When I arrived in Central Park this morning to stretch, I saw a Caucasian man in his 20s or 30s sitting still wearing a bright white bathrobe over his clothes. What was extra peculiar about this sight was that it was also around his feet. He was just sitting there, still.
Later, running up Cat Hill, I almost missed that there were cars parked on the hill. I saw police tape and cops, then in the crux of a tree that branches low from the ground, a bright white sheet covering what seemed like a body. I think I was seeing a dead body.
Still later, when running by the museum, I saw a tree-trimming crew in a tree. However, there was a crowd of people gathered around watching. It seemed that the man in the bucket was trying to free something or get something. Was it a kid? Was it a cat? Was it something else? In my second time passing the place, I still couldn’t figure it out. What an odd day in Central Park.
While there, I ran 11.88 miles in 1:28:15 (7:25s). It was a breezy 66 that started off partly sunny but concluded cloudy. It was nice with negligible humidity around 45%. I concluded at E. 90th St. so that I could go to my old work to pick up some packages, hence the strange course for my run, as seen in my deets:
Plantar fasciitis seems to have, um, gone away, though I can tell it lurks. There’s no pain, bit it seems that it will probably choose a good time to flare up on me. I felt good. I wondered if my lack of pasta last night spelled a run in the 7:25s range rather than sub-7:10s. I’m not really sure, but I know I didn’t push myself in light of planning to go that distance.
I did a stray 7:08 deep into my run. I did that in trying to pick off a speedy-enough guy quite ahead of me. I succeeded! And that meant a faster time for me.
This next handful fo days may be tough for me to run. Give me some well wishes. Work will be solid Friday-Wednesday, it looks. OUCH. I have a feeling there will be early mornings, too. Long run, where will you be put? We’ll have to see.