At some point during my run a guy holding a beer and a fishing rod yelled at me: ‘You’re probably happy about this stuff, right?’ As I was at that moment 14 miles into my run, climbing a long, winding, gravelly hillside that made Harlem Hill look like a speed bump, it took me a moment to redirect my attention to him. What? Then I felt the rain and the breeze. He must have meant the cool drizzle, and so I yelled back over my shoulder that, yes, I loved it.
And I did. Sixteen miles on quiet country roads in Sullivan County, NY, after a perfect lunch with close friends. Some sun, some rain, amazing hills, lots of deer. Just a little over two hours, starting from my friend Daniel’s gorgeous new cottage in the woods. After the hottest New York summer in recorded history this was an excellent way to begin September.