Superman and I are Breaking Up

And it was sad.

My last run with Superman.

We met at GAP.

"I've got to get to 21st and Broadway."

"Ok. I've got two water bottles and no plans for distance."

"Williamsburg?"

"Sure"

More of the same humidity. interesting: it wasn't very hot outside on Friday in New York. Maybe 70 or 75 degrees?

But by the time I finished the run, I had heat exhaustion. Or, at least, something that felt an awesful lot like it.

A sweaty run at a good clip back to Bedford and then up to the Williamsburg Bridge.

Got in a bit extra as the pedestrian side of the bridge is closed for repairs. For the second time in less than a year. Maybe the surface isn't holding up?

It was certainly hard to grip with the shoes going up the incline on the other side of the bridge. The rubbery surface becomes really slick when there has been rain or other moisture. Gorgeous and I had the same problem when we ran on the surface right after they had installed it.

Superman and I were happy for my water. Strange that even I sweated through my shirt by the time we hit the bridge.

Over the bridge and into Manhattan we went, finally wending our way over to Houston and down to Broadway.
Superman wanted me to run up to 21st. I had had enough of the people and the lights, however.

It was about 11:30am on a tourist Friday, after all.

So I turned around. Tired already, I was glad for the half gu I had consumed before going over the bridge.

Taking advantage of the fact that I would have to go down the longer side of the bridge anyway, I set out on a once-familiar route that had fallen into disuse.

A great urban run, this is.

Around the park to S 5 street then across the BQE and over to Union Street.

Nausea and asthma kicked in right around there. I walked by the police station as I took my inhaler and tried not to puke.

Feeling a bit better, I continued running down Union Street to Flushing. Taking a right on Flushing, I ran over to Nostrand Ave.

Which is where a totally new run started!

Previously, I had always been trying to add miles to the run at this point, which meant doubling back over to Washington or Underhill or some other street to the west.

Instead, needing no more miles, as I have no training plan, I decided to run down Nostrand, in the heart of Bed-Stuy.

Some really neat buildings. And a lot of people standing around.

Stoop-sitting, Baltimore-style.

I liked it.

I turned onto Fulton, waved goodbye to the Applebees, and took a right onto Brooklyn Ave, which I took home.

And promptly curled up on my bed for a while, moaning piteously.

I had lost a lot of salt.

A bit over 13 1/2 miles. Funny how that's a long run for me now.

I need to change that!

Oy Vey!

Life and the crossword collided today.

Friday's puzzle, 56a: Leaving Brooklyn: -----! Williamsburg Bridge sign

Oy Vey!

Meeting up with PPTC today, no one really had a strong sense of what route they wanted to take. We settled on a route we do frequently, but much less frequently in the direction we chose. Bedford to Williamsburg Bridge and then one of the other bridges back to GAP area.

Plus: the Williamsburg Bridge is MUCH easier going from Brooklyn to Manhattan. The last time I did the bridge was during that epic long run where it was right at the end and I was feeling pretty rough. It's always good to have a better run over it to erase part of the bad associations you can easily get with that bridge.

Minus: running the route this direction meant that I couldn't cut out early at the end, which I would have been able to to had we run Williamsburg last.

Quite a group today! I cheer the intrepid newbies who agreed to run this route with us, even though at least one just went over the Williamsburg and back. It's an urban run up until there, without much pretty scenery.

Interesting scenery though, in my opinion. I love running through Bed-Stuy. I had to make sure to put my long-sleeved shirt back on, though, during this part of the run until we were over the bridge. It was Saturday and I didn't want to totally offend people. That made it a bit warm but, in many parts, there was a nice breeze that cooled me off.

Ivy League, Superman and Tennis Ace ran ahead, while the Dancer, Gorgeous and I held back a bit. We were stopping to make sure that others knew how to get to the bridge on Bedford, looping back to meet them at a couple of key point on the run.

The hipsters were mostly asleep during our Williamsburg foray, so the streets were pretty quiet. Didn't see the sign on the bridge referenced by the crossword, as it is on the driving part, but thought about it and smiled.

Later, the Photographer ran with us most of the way, as well as one of Superman's friends.

Over the bridge, Tennis Ace remarked "It's amazing what a view the Williamsburg Bridge has. I guess I always forget because I don't want to have to run up it to enjoy it." That's why I was so excited we crossed it the easy way! Going from Manhattan to Brooklyn is much harder, as the hill is much, much longer and then the downhill is so steep that it's really hard on the knees. Yay for reverse loops!

Superman had to get home, so we threaded through some streets, braving traffic and inadvertently running through the moment of silence for the second plane that hit the towers. Eeek! But we had already run past it and didn't want to further ruin it by interrupting to say 'sorry'. So we ran on.

Over the Manhattan Bridge, Superman, Tennis Ace and Ivy League really took off, with the Photographer close on their heels. The Dancer, Gorgeous and I took it slower. All three of us had started to feel the speedwork we had all done earlier in the week - especially in the glutes! They were on fire!

After the bridge, we ran back up to Court, further foiling my attempts to get us to run more directly back to my area. Superman, his friend, and Ivy League all took off. The rest of us kept a good pace but didn't go crazy. My bad quad had been twinging this morning and I didn't want to further tweak it by going any faster.
Plus, my legs hurt!

Ivy League finished off the run with me down to Kingston. Walked it off by doing some errands. Now for more work and, hopefully, more tennis! I would imagine I ran about 13 today. Who knows what pace.