Brooklyn Lazy

I'm in New York, sitting in Karen and Woody's Brooklyn apartment. It has been days since I last ran. It has been days since I last did any form of exercise, though Karen and I have been making daily walking trips to the neighborhood Trader Joe's.

The last time I traveled, I packed my running shoes and was proud that I actually ran on most days. For this trip, however, I was afraid of the cold and possible snow. And, because I was running tight on luggage space, I didn't bring my running shoes with me. It was a stupid move, and I feel my muscles deteriorating and my body getting fat.

Not only has it not been snowing nor raining in New York for the past week, the weather, for the most part, has been pleasant. On Monday, it was 64 degrees and sunny; warmer and brighter than in San Francisco. Today, on our daily walk to TJ, I saw two men running along the Brooklyn streets. They could have been me. I could have been running, looking like a non-hipster runner in Brooklyn.

Susie was even disappointed when I told her that I didn't pack my running gear with me. She hoped we could run together when I go to visit her in Boston in a few days.

I have been dreaming about running and jogging along my usual route around the Panhandle. That's going to be the first thing I do when I return--drop my stuff off at home, put on my running shoes, and head out the door. Most likely, though, it'll be painful.

Fit Is the New Fat

This will be my new motto. I like it. I wish I would have thought of it when I first started this blog.