Why I Run

Every so often, something happens that simply just shows why I love this sport.

Tonight was one of those nights. I'm running home from Manhattan, along the East Side. The conditions are blustery, but not too bad (I lose my hat only once). I expect it'll be pretty bad on the Brooklyn Bridge, but am pleasantly surprised that it's fine.

I hit the Promenade. And the wind hits me back. Hard. So much so that at a couple of points, I'm literally running in place even though I'm trying to drive forward as hard as I can. I've probably been in worse while running (and I certainly have been hiking), but it's been a while.

And you know? It's fun. Pure ecstasy. (Wonder how you replicate this on the treadmill).

And can I mention, for those of you who had a chance to be outside around 5:30 - 6 p.m. and had a view of the West .... what a beautiful sunset, especially with the band of non-clouds.

This weather has been great, especially as it has coaxed everyone outside from the indoors to finally hit the streets - I can't tell you how wonderful it's been to see everyone out on the streets, in the parks etc.