Twenty six point two. Almost four years to the day since my first half marathon, I am finally stepping up to tackle the full distance. Only in the last year have I felt like I truly wanted to go after this feat, and after months of hard training, it’s here.
This afternoon, on my lunch break I walked out of my office on 23rd street to find a swarm of EMT, police and fire trucks. I was certainly curious as to what was going on but needed to get uptown to NYRR to pick up my bib for tomorrow’s 10k. During bib pick up the volunteer couldn’t find my name. I could see on my end of the table that my name tag had folded over the side so she didn’t see it. I ever so slightly reached my hand over the bucket to assist her, when out of no where the volunteer at the next bucket slapped my hand away shouting “NO HANDS IN THE BUCKET!”. I was stunned! A grown woman had just slapped my hand because I tried to touch a piece of paper! I shot her a look of disgust, got my shirt and left.
The whole way back to my office I started thinking about writing an email to NYRR telling them how rude this woman was. I was writing it in my head the whole way back downtown ready to type as soon as I got back into my office. Once I left the subway I saw that some police cars were still there but didn’t think much of it until I turned the corner to see in front of me a garbage truck with a body laying under the tire, dead. I froze. I could not believe what I was seeing. I quickly turned around and headed back to my office just in shock.
I come to find out that this woman in her 60’s was riding her bike and was clipped by a garbage truck and dragged under the tire. Awful. An hour after the accident happened and there she was just laying on the street under a blanket with hundreds of people snapping pictures on their cell phones.
Needless to say I quickly forgot about that woman at NYRR and won’t be writing a nasty email. What is the point? Life is short, don’t sweat the small stuff.
So I havent been running on my usual East Side path after work since its been too dark and I don’t trust it. Rightfully so I guess. Just heard on the news that a woman was raped at 11:45 IN THE MORNING today there. I am going to stick to my well lit loops around Madison Square Park for now. Be careful out there ladies!
I have always been a fan of comedy. I started watching SNL in the late 80’s. I used to sit on the stairs of my parents house, when I was supposed to be sleeping, and listen to the show as my dad watched in the living room. He didn’t know I was there, until I burst out laughing at a skit (one of which I probably didn’t understand at the time), and then yell at me to go to bed.
There have been many greats to grace the stage of Studio 8H, but none quite like Chris Farley. I was truly his biggest fan. My AIM screen name to this day still has “Farley” in it. I remember exactly where I was when I learned about his death, its hard to believe that was 15 years ago today.