Yesterday my brother-in-law Henry and I went on an epic run down the west side of Manhattan, from my apartment at 125th Street all the way to Battery Park. It ultimately clocked in at over 9 miles, by far the longest run I've done since the marathon. It was a beautiful day, clear and breezy, and there were plenty of other runners and bikers keeping us company. It felt great to run beyond my usual uptown route, to then explore uncharted new parks along the Upper West Side and midtown, and to conclude the run along the familiar downtown stretches of the Hudson River Park. I felt buoyant during those last couple of miles -- I haven't run down there since we moved uptwon, and it really felt like a homecoming.
We ran at a nice leisurely place, so I was never too uncomfortable. Only one of my headphones worked, but I got used to it after a while. My legs were tired but I didn't experience any alarming pains. A few stitches in my side, but nothing too bad. Afterwards I was exhausted for the rest of the afternoon, but no worse for the wear, and even now I don't have any sharp pains or discomfort. All in all, it was a really great experience -- a great discovery that I can still do things I might not have thought I could. Good stuff.