Plane Thoughts

Frigid morning, eh? Might have the been the first time that the length of my run topped the starting temperatures (a balmy 7 degrees Fahrenheit).

I swear, the only two things that got me out of bed was the knowledge that a) I'd already made arrangements to meet with people -- always a great motivator when it's this cold -- and b) a pretty good idea that we'd all have the same idea - make the trek from Brooklyn to see if we could get a view of the plane in the Hudson, despite the freeze. Runners are weird that way, ya' know?

Turns out, that really wasn't the strangest thing on this run (from Grand Army Plaza, over the Brooklyn Bridge, along Chambers to the West Side, and then a loop down around Battery Park before heading back - about 11 1/2 miles to 12 miles). We did see the plane, or at least the wing, sticking out of the water, but the cops were doing a pretty good job of keeping the crowd away as the workers made preparations to haul it out of the water.

But wow, it was cold. So cold that when we were coming back up to the park, we passed a guy who, I swear, had fully formed icicles coming from his beard.

Oh, and the strangest thing? Running through Battery Park, there was a wild turkey trotting around right by the Staten Island Ferry terminal.