4.5 miles – 10:16/mi
True to my Fall running schedule, this past thursday morning my alarm went off at 5:15. And I got up. But I didn’t get out of the house until 6:06. Because it was dark. And admittedly, I was kind of scared.
Such is life as a woman.
Or at least this woman.
The one raised by a mother who instilled a healthy fear of cops – don’t ever roll your window down far enough for them to stick their hand inside – strangers, and taking unnecessary risks. Because everything leads to rape. Indian mommies, you’ve gotta love them.
Sneakered up and ready, I stood on my porch, and sighed. Even waiting almost another hour didn’t assist in the lighting department – it was still too dark for my liking. But I sucked it up and hit the pavement anyway, my podcast turned low, and my Jason-Bourne-I-see-everything vision on high. And I’m so glad I did.
I ran a new route, from Jersey City up into Union, and felt as if my fortitude was gifted by these random bursts of cityscapes along the way. Vacant lots or parks with gorgeous shots across the Hudson. I love wandering the city streets before anyone else is up – but it’s light outside, of course – and watching the city come to life, but this was even better. It was like watching both the sky and the city greet the day.
And was wholly worth my few minutes of nerves.