Doctor, My Thighs
Despite a regularly-scheduled break yesterday, I'm not running today, either. It seems that after dealing my quadriceps a devastating (if completely unintentional) one-two punch -- running too fast on Friday and too far on Sunday -- they've decided to essentially go on strike for a couple of days, refusing to function normally and making a big fuss about working conditions. And to be honest, running's just not the same without them. I've got no choice for now but to give in to their demands and let them rest up, at least for now. (The joke's on them, of course -- they'll be back to their usual grueling workload tomorrow. I already have the route mapped out!). But if you're wondering why you're reading this instead of a summary of my journey through some exciting neighborhood, well, now you know. But I'll be back tomorrow, I promise. Unless there's a pouring rain, of course. You know, my quads would just love that...
Since I'm here anyway, I'll take this opportunity to post a couple of recent pictures:
Talk about a niche market (Bay Ridge Avenue)
Mosque on 6th Avenue
Church doors on 67th Street