Finally!

There are flowers on the trees….the Mets (Go Mets!) and Yankees home openers have been played…..girls are wearing skirts and halter tops…..ice cream is increasingly hard to resist….I just spend a few hours lounging and reading in Central Park…. This can all add up to only one thing.

At last, spring is here!  I was starting to feel like SAD was over-taking my brain, but a couple of days of warm weather and sunshine and I’m back to my usual perky but sarcastic self.

The only problem I encountered with spring came during my run today.  I did an easy 8 miles in the park, and sweated buckets the whole time.  It was beyond gross – people were giving me second looks and moving farther and farther away from my stinky, wet self.  Ugh.  My body needs to acclimate QUICKLY or the marathon is going to result in previously unexperienced levels of dehydration.

So yesterday when I was running in the park, it was packed with people because it was the first nice day in months.  I was weaving around all the bodies and enjoying myself (although I did not enjoy it when the small child ran into me with her bike, but I digress) because it was such a beautiful day.  You gotta stay alert in the park because sometimes people will unexpectedly cut you off – it’s frustrating, but to be expected in a city of millions with limited green space.  I guess I accidentally cut off some guy on a bike, because as he zoomed by he screamed at me calling me an idiot.  I was proud that I resisted my initial reaction – flipping him off – and instead was an adult about the incident and chose to ignore him.  Is this a sign I’m finally maturing?  I never thought this day would come!!