For this New York wannabe there is no such thing as a New York minute. Instead of maintaining an intense workout regiment I insist on literally running five minutes late, all the time.
This part of my blog is called "Running" because since I have lived in New York I have never ran so much in my entire life; chasing cabs, chasing the subway, chasing... my dreams. Just this morning on my lovely morning commute, I ran. I could feel the rumble of the subway, my subway, beneath me; this prompted my feet to pick up the pace. Moving in and out of the cone-like pedestrians trying to keep my big red bag from smacking one of them in the face I made it to the entrance of the subway station. As this point I grabbed the warm and germ infested handrail (I never do this, however; desperate times...) and moved down the stairs. My white tennies have never moved so fast. Second flight of stairs, metro card in one hand, 1,000 diseases in the other, the breaks of the subway screeching, echoing throughout the tunnels. The subway stops, the doors open and people start to move. I had made it... I swiped my card and go plowing through the turnstile as though it meant my life.
Boom! The metal arm stops me. "Insufficient Fare." I could never remember what day I bought my 30 Day Unlimited Subway pass; apparently I bought it August 15th. I quickly go to the kiosk to buy another metro card only it appeared someone had covered my wallet and debit card in butter. Slipping and sliding I couldn't get a firm grip. I finally got my card, ran down the final staircase and got to the door of the subway as it was closing.
I took the next subway, running 10 minutes late, and continued my morning with a brisk sprint to work. New York, New York... it keeps me running.
