One of these days, I definitely need to really time myself running for real. I run and stop a lot. Regardless of when I run, there are so many distractions on the street.
First, about two minutes into my run, I met upon cops chasing a man down the street. Chasing. Running. Like the guy starts darting in and out of traffic and the cop is running so hard, his walkie talkie falls out on the sidewalk with a loud bang so he has to stop and another cop takes off in pursuit. Initially, I stopped because the suspect was running towards me and it might just be reflex but when a cop in full uniform is running towards me, I freeze up. About 20 feet in front of me was when the man ran into the street and the cop turned so when his walkie fell. I just knew it was something black that fell from either a cop or the person being chased by the cop. So guess what I first thought it was! Thank God it wasn’t a gun, just an antiquated communication device. Ah, New York City.
First, kudos to those cops running in their NYPD blues. Because I was running in a T-shirt and shorts and already feeling the heat. Cops get a bad rep. Somehow, the stigma is that they sit in a car with coffee and donuts all day, but the cops I see on the street, work hard! Running after suspects on the streets of NYC isn’t easy.
You know how they say the soccer referee could run a marathon distance in a soccer game? I wonder what kind of numbers a cop on the streets could put up in a day.
Further into the run, there was this mural covering the fence around a construction site. It was made from some of the cutest drawings from kids.
Some of them were just drawings like the kind I remember making in my own childhood, drawings that I was sure proved that I was the best artist ever.
Drawings like this…
And this one that came with footnotes that you understand if you’ve taken the NYC subway. If you’re lucky enough to live on a multi-train route, you can take whichever train comes first.
Great substitute for a gate. I’d much rather see art than the board and metal that usually gets erected to block a construction site. Hopefully this is the start of a new trend.
Speaking of street art, there’s a cool prop reminding passersby of some of the history of Harlem. The Cotton Club was a legendary club in the 1920s where black artists performed for white audiences but couldn’t socialize with them. But because of the exclusivity, the patrons laid good money to be there so the performers also got good salaries so the club attracted great talent, like Duke Ellington. I am not sure if there is another purpose to this still on the street but it makes a good conversation starter.
Anyway, all this time I am stopping to take pictures, my Runkeeper app is averaging in all my stoppage time and cranking out these horrid numbers and telling me I’m a slowpoke. 3.27 miles in 43 minutes. Ah, I don’t care. I know I could run with blinders and pretend not to be affected by what’s happening around me. But what’s the point of running in New York City if you don’t enjoy all the city has to offer.
Eat Right, Live Right, RUNWRIGHT.