It introduced me to NY. It introduced me to Central Park and of course, running. I still remember my first encounter with Central Park. I walked over on a gorgeous, sunny day and wandered around. Quickly the clouds started to gather and I attempted to find my way out to the east side. Needless to say, I learned navigating the interiors of CP was not easy that day. I ended up drenched by the time I found the confines of home. Somehow, it made me smile.
Central Park introduced me to running. I remember meeting my first running partner back in March '04. It was a freezing cold night and we were bundled up. I could hardly recognize her and nor, could she recognize me. We ran the equivalent of the Harlem Hills loop and called it quits. It was hard! Who knew that just a small 6 months later I'd be finishing the NYC Marathon?
After my first running partner got pregnant, I hit a void and fortunately found The Reservoir Dogs. They've been a savior and I can't say enough of how thankful I am to find them. It's been a huge part of my life and will continue to be even when I move across the East River.
NY has given me a run for its money. We've had our fights and I've almost walked out on her a few times. However, we made amends and here I stand today. Just a few short weeks from becoming a true New Yorker (err Brooklynite!). I will no longer refer to myself as a quasi-NYer or be embarrassed about it. I am a New Yorker and if you got a problem with that, well, tough. You're just jealous! ;-)
I guess I'm getting a bit sad about leaving my first stomping grounds but you better believe that there are so many more good times ahead. Brooklyn? You ready for me????