I Did It . . . in 25 Minutes
I’m pretty in shape and run a few days a week, but I usually run on Kent Ave, which is completely flat . . . and with Chet, who stops on occasion. I haven’t run over the Williamsburg Bridge (which is steps from our apartment) in MONTHS . . . which is silly because its RIGHT THERE and a great workout because you have to run uphill twice. Its difficult . . . especially for the first time in a while . . . so I guess I’ve been a little chicken to start again.
Well, this morning the weather was perfect for a run . . . low 60s . . . the humidity was completely gone and I was up early so I strapped on my running shoes, gulped down some water and headed out the door.
The run up from the Brooklyn side is a steep incline . . . your legs are burning . . . your lungs are confused because they were just asleep and now they’re working overtime . . . your body is telling you that this is just silliness and you should just be running on Kent. Then you get to the middle of the bridge.
You feel the breeze . . . see the sunrise over the city . . . and recover from that horrific climb feeling somewhat satisfied and ready to attack the rest of the run. Then you gradually head down the other side of the bridge into Manhattan . . . mentally preparing yourself for the gradual incline you’ll have to endure on the way back up.
Once you conquer the climb back you’re on flat ground again . . . feeling the sun on your face . . . picking up the pace because you’re almost finished . . . then you get the satisfaction of running as fast as you can down the really awful ramp that you started on.
No matter how this day will end up being, I have already conquered so much in those 25 minutes. Can’t wait to do it again tomorrow.