So last week I was over in the office and running in California. On the way home I thought I would call in at New York for 48 hours so I could go watch my baseball team live rather than catch up online.
Anyway...as usual, I digress.
I also wanted to finish C25K with a run in Central Park for W9R3.
So off I set this morning and thought that as it was early on Sunday morning I would give MJ a lie in and run totally naked with no MJ and no music and just glance at my watch now and then for time covered. Well there is a lot going on in Central Park and at a slow steady pace I set off taking in all of the sights around me. As you would expect there were the young spritely gazelles but I was amazed and enjoying the broad spectrum of runners. Old, very old, young, slim, large...there was even one blind runner who was attached to their running companion by a piece of material.
I had in my mind that I would do a loop and finish where I started and was aiming for the 40 minute mark as I know that that is around 5km at my pace. What I hadnt accounted for was just how bloody hilly Central Park is and how many paths and tracks and how much to see.
I was aware that my watch was vibrating after each km but wasnt really paying attention. I eventually saw the road and traffic lights and thought to myself that whilst having had a good shuffle I was ready to finish and have my cool down walk. That was when I realised that somewhere in the middle of the park I hadnt turned back on myself but rather had carried on 'north'. But here is the thing....I had run for a full hour. Pretty much to the minute. It is amazing what the body does if you just let it do its thing and stop thinking about every step.
And that was also when i realised I now had to walk the 7km back through the park to my hotel!
Lost at baseball. Bags packed and on thr metro now to JFK and fly home. I feel I may sleep well on the flight.
Enjoy the journey.