Friday, September 2, 2011
My Legs and a Twenty
First things first: where to go? I turned toward 6th Ave (so as to avoid the tourists on 7th) and lightheartedly joined the sea of commuters and tourists headed uptown. Like a moth to a flame, I was instantly drawn toward the oasis of green about ten blocks in front of me. Peeking through the jungle of concrete and steel that surrounded me was the center of New York photosynthetic resuscitation that is Central Park. It was, forgive the pun, a breath of fresh air. I had made my decision. I would attempt to get lost and un-lost in Central Park (which was surprisingly easy even though I spent months traversing its paths while training for the marathon). I passed the old stone gates at Central Park and 6th avenue and commenced my adventure.
I figured it was about time to head back downtown, so I looked up, found the nearest large man-made structure, and headed towards it. After a short bit, I found myself on the west edge of the park right about 72nd street. I was back on the grid. It felt as if I had just experienced a little fairy tale of my own making. I found a clock and realized that it had only been about two hours, but I felt completely refreshed, rejuvenated, and a little more informed on New York's history and activity-filled backyard.