My first attempt lasted a meager 20 minutes which was technically more like 13 minutes, considering that the majority of my time consisted of shock-induced cool downs and generous stretching. I invented all sorts of stretches that I'm certain do nothing for my muscles, which the fit people who know what they're doing out there probably realized I was bullshitting. At least I looked like I meant serious business to the 3 people who saw me zip by during the actual running parts. This was Monday.
Last night though, a warm Tuesday, I went back out into Fort Tryon Park. I learned a couple of lessons from the first dash. Firstly, music is essential. It more than doubled the length my workout. A good song motivates me more than any internal pep talk. Visage's "Fade to Grey" did that for me when I was going down the "champ stairs" as I like to call them (pictured below) I'd like to note: Much steeper and longer than the one's Rocky Balboa climbs. Take that, Rocky. I was ready to head up the steep incline home and when Visage came on I decided- one more round! That one more round turned into an extra 20 minutes of stairs and jogging.
I also noticed a lot of new wave songs are about running. Running so far away... Running away then turning away. This must mean something, so I chose it as my first genre to run to. Here's the playlist that made a difference, with special thanks to Morty Coyle. I arranged it according to beats per minute and gave Bronski Beat and Kraftwerk special priority because they are Bronski Beat and Kraftwerk. As for that first sonic anomoly, well... I enjoy stretching to that Brazilian song because it's a good mood setter, a nice way to transition into a escape mode. I played it twice actually, for about 10 minutes of stretching because I just love it so much.
More photos and a nice history of Fort Tryon Park courtesy of My Walking Pictures @ Blogspot.