The revelation that my current life is pretty good came from my first "run" of the season. "Run" is in quotes, because I barely run, it is more of a run/walk/meander. I live quite near a beautiful, large city park, and while it's no Central Park, it is still quintessential New York, without the annoying tourists of the Manhattan parks or the bums and drug addicts that may plague some of the outer borough parks. We have the graceful Tai Chi devotees, the young men who rest along the edge of the park against their cars, the old men yelling at eachother as they "enjoy" a game of Bocce, and of course the dog walkers, the pram pushers, and the exercisers. You can even see the Manhattan skyline. And I realized that I don't need St. John to exercise, although a Carribbean dip and a hike through the tropical forests would be nice.
|In a way, this is as nice as St. John|