I left Rick’s apartment on 14th street in the East Village and ran to the East River. I went south, under the Williamsburg Bridge and then the Manhattan Bridge. Once I reached the Brooklyn Bridge, I jogged the wooden path held by two massive pylons, dodging tourists and letting bikers dodge me. I hit Brooklyn and went left, back to the Manhattan Bridge and across it, looking at the gentle upward curve of the Brooklyn Bridge like a proudly finished project. The bridge left me in Chinatown unexpectedly, and I bushwhacked trough traffic, garbage, and crowds for the home stretch.
New City RunIn by Michael on September 15, 2011 at 1:23 pm