Hagstrom Project

Running New York City 1 page of the Hagstom map at a time
September 29, 2013
8 miles
Upper West Side, Midtown, East Village, Downtown Brooklyn

I ran from Lincoln Center home! My husband and I went to a New York City Ballet matinee and he took my street clothes for me. What a perfect day!

Running in midtown is like biking in midtown, lots of near misses, lots of stopping and starting. I spent a lot of time on Second Avenue and I got a chance to zone out and run in a straight line. I only get that funny floating feeling (not unlike looking at a magic eye picture) is hard to get in Brooklyn or anywhere less predictable. Even though I moved to Brooklyn in 2000 and before that I only lived in Manhattan for two years I still get lost or at least disoriented in Brooklyn. In Manhattan, with its long avenues and easy grid I can go on autopilot.

September 29, 2013

8 miles

Upper West Side, Midtown, East Village, Downtown Brooklyn

I ran from Lincoln Center home! My husband and I went to a New York City Ballet matinee and he took my street clothes for me. What a perfect day!

Running in midtown is like biking in midtown, lots of near misses, lots of stopping and starting. I spent a lot of time on Second Avenue and I got a chance to zone out and run in a straight line. I only get that funny floating feeling (not unlike looking at a magic eye picture) is hard to get in Brooklyn or anywhere less predictable. Even though I moved to Brooklyn in 2000 and before that I only lived in Manhattan for two years I still get lost or at least disoriented in Brooklyn. In Manhattan, with its long avenues and easy grid I can go on autopilot.

September 28, 20134 miles
Cobble Hill, Carroll Gardens, Gowanus
On Friday tacos and Superchunk kept me from running. This meant that I did my cross training and easy run in the same day. Cross training was supposed to be 30 or 45 minutes of cardio. Instead my husband and I biked 40 miles all over New York, first to eat at a lovely, culty vegetarian restaurant in Flushing, Queens and later to go on a night hike in Van Cortlandt Park in the Bronx. I blame all this exercise for my absence from this weekend’s parties. 
The run! The run was fine. I actually don’t really like the zig zag routes I set up for myself like this. But I have misplaced my Hagstrom book (a hazard of printed materials) so I’m making routes I am very sure I haven’t run already.
The sweetest discovery of the run was Dennet Place between Luquer and Nelson Streets near Smith Street. Dennet Place is one block long and is basically an alley with sidewalks so narrow you have to walk in the street. This is find since there is no traffic on the block. The street felt like Venetian and had me-sized doors. Fortunately for me my stupid figure eight route had me run it twice!
At some point I picked up a Stravinsky record on someone’s stoop. At the end of the ride I bumped into Paco, Brooklyn’s most committed safe street advocate as he admired a new pedestrian signal on Court Street.

September 28, 2013

4 miles

Cobble Hill, Carroll Gardens, Gowanus

On Friday tacos and Superchunk kept me from running. This meant that I did my cross training and easy run in the same day. Cross training was supposed to be 30 or 45 minutes of cardio. Instead my husband and I biked 40 miles all over New York, first to eat at a lovely, culty vegetarian restaurant in Flushing, Queens and later to go on a night hike in Van Cortlandt Park in the Bronx. I blame all this exercise for my absence from this weekend’s parties. 

The run! The run was fine. I actually don’t really like the zig zag routes I set up for myself like this. But I have misplaced my Hagstrom book (a hazard of printed materials) so I’m making routes I am very sure I haven’t run already.

The sweetest discovery of the run was Dennet Place between Luquer and Nelson Streets near Smith Street. Dennet Place is one block long and is basically an alley with sidewalks so narrow you have to walk in the street. This is find since there is no traffic on the block. The street felt like Venetian and had me-sized doors. Fortunately for me my stupid figure eight route had me run it twice!

At some point I picked up a Stravinsky record on someone’s stoop. At the end of the ride I bumped into Paco, Brooklyn’s most committed safe street advocate as he admired a new pedestrian signal on Court Street.

September 24, 2013
4 miles
Bed-Stuy
Tonight I ran as fast as possible so I could come home and eat dinner. Work went late and I then I had to call a friend whom we just found out was investigated by NYPD, (and I guess the FBI and the CIA) because he’s an anarchist. #dontblamemeivotedforlui By the time I began my run the sun was long gone. Some of the darkest streets also had the most damaged but oh so charming bluestone. 
Since it was Bed-Stuy, ie best place to go for a run, I got a lot of you go girls. 

September 24, 2013

4 miles

Bed-Stuy

Tonight I ran as fast as possible so I could come home and eat dinner. Work went late and I then I had to call a friend whom we just found out was investigated by NYPD, (and I guess the FBI and the CIA) because he’s an anarchist. #dontblamemeivotedforlui By the time I began my run the sun was long gone. Some of the darkest streets also had the most damaged but oh so charming bluestone. 

Since it was Bed-Stuy, ie best place to go for a run, I got a lot of you go girls. 

September 22, 2013
7 miles
Sheepshead Bay, Marine Park and environs
I have a funny job that makes me go on walks in far off lands in Brooklyn, sometimes on the weekends. I decided to take advantage of my field work duties and do my long run really far from home. I’ll post a photograph later where the World Trade Center looks hella small behind a golden field like I was on the edge of civilization. I’m not even sure where I was. Marine Park, sure. But what is the part east of Paerdegat Basin? Bergen Beach?
I’ll tell you what I saw out there: many single family homes, American flags, lawns, strip malls, grocery stores with giant parking lots, a few giant boats. And Halloween decorations and Russian milfs. 
Avenue U was a blast with signs in Russian, Chinese, Georgian, Hebrew, Spanish and probably some other languages I couldn’t recognize. It had my favorite, a huge outdoor produce market. An old Chinese man cruised in a red convertible with his lady. From his rear view mirror hung a red and gold foil envelope. And he blasted the Lumineers. Cool dude! When I told this story at work I mistakenly called them Mumford and Sons. All that music sounds a little bit the same to me but I sure do love hearing it when I run. I love any music when I run. I don’t carry an ipod. So everyone with cars, please blast your music when you see me running.

September 22, 2013

7 miles

Sheepshead Bay, Marine Park and environs

I have a funny job that makes me go on walks in far off lands in Brooklyn, sometimes on the weekends. I decided to take advantage of my field work duties and do my long run really far from home. I’ll post a photograph later where the World Trade Center looks hella small behind a golden field like I was on the edge of civilization. I’m not even sure where I was. Marine Park, sure. But what is the part east of Paerdegat Basin? Bergen Beach?

I’ll tell you what I saw out there: many single family homes, American flags, lawns, strip malls, grocery stores with giant parking lots, a few giant boats. And Halloween decorations and Russian milfs. 

Avenue U was a blast with signs in Russian, Chinese, Georgian, Hebrew, Spanish and probably some other languages I couldn’t recognize. It had my favorite, a huge outdoor produce market. An old Chinese man cruised in a red convertible with his lady. From his rear view mirror hung a red and gold foil envelope. And he blasted the Lumineers. Cool dude! When I told this story at work I mistakenly called them Mumford and Sons. All that music sounds a little bit the same to me but I sure do love hearing it when I run. I love any music when I run. I don’t carry an ipod. So everyone with cars, please blast your music when you see me running.

September 20, 2013

3.5 miles

Ft. Greene and Williamsburg

Things that happened in the last 8 days that made me run again: an old lady offered me her seat on the subway because she thought I was pregnant, the Brooklyn Greenway Initiative announced that they will be hosting a half marathon that goes by my house. This half  couldn’t sound easier. No hills and if it doesn’t work out I can just take the bus home.

Things that happened in the last 8 days that kept me from running until tonight:  zumba class was more fun than running, drinking with my coworkers and former classmates was more fun and more delicious than running, hiking and camping with friends and husband was planned for weeks, sleeping one more hour in the morning was/is arguably more healthy than running.

But this Friday night I did it! I ran 3.5 miles, skipping to the fourth day of the fourth week of the half marathon training program I did last year. Again I couldn’t believe how easy running was. I felt like I could keep going forever. Which is good because I’m scheduled to run 7 miles on Sunday.

Highlights tonight were an enormous and yellow harvest moon and an array of sukkahs. My friends at Bittertang made this sukkah a few years ago in Union Square. Tonight’s sukkahs looked more like this. 

Also tonight’s run was my first run/CitiBike hybrid  outing. I didn’t have to run a loop. 

I have gone running since my last post. It was a shitty run in Flatbush. I twisted my ankle. Maybe I will tell you more about it some time.

Stay tuned for a run in Mill Basin!

September 20, 2013

3.5 miles

Ft. Greene and Williamsburg

Things that happened in the last 8 days that made me run again: an old lady offered me her seat on the subway because she thought I was pregnant, the Brooklyn Greenway Initiative announced that they will be hosting a half marathon that goes by my house. This half  couldn’t sound easier. No hills and if it doesn’t work out I can just take the bus home.

Things that happened in the last 8 days that kept me from running until tonight:  zumba class was more fun than running, drinking with my coworkers and former classmates was more fun and more delicious than running, hiking and camping with friends and husband was planned for weeks, sleeping one more hour in the morning was/is arguably more healthy than running.

But this Friday night I did it! I ran 3.5 miles, skipping to the fourth day of the fourth week of the half marathon training program I did last year. Again I couldn’t believe how easy running was. I felt like I could keep going forever. Which is good because I’m scheduled to run 7 miles on Sunday.

Highlights tonight were an enormous and yellow harvest moon and an array of sukkahs. My friends at Bittertang made this sukkah a few years ago in Union Square. Tonight’s sukkahs looked more like this

Also tonight’s run was my first run/CitiBike hybrid  outing. I didn’t have to run a loop. 

I have gone running since my last post. It was a shitty run in Flatbush. I twisted my ankle. Maybe I will tell you more about it some time.

Stay tuned for a run in Mill Basin!


July 2, 2013

2 miles

West Village and Soho

Long story short, I ran my first half marathon in October and my foot has hurt ever since. My podiatrist said I could run through the pain but I still didn’t. Then missing goal races like the Pride 5 miler made me feel bad and even less likely to run. But then,

Cat-sitting in Soho gave me an excuse to run again. I felt great! 2 miles is nothing. I might run 2 miles a day for the rest of my life! I can’t think of a more wholesome way of spending 20 minutes.

To neutralize the goodness, my husband and I spent the rest of the night at our friend’s bar on the Lower East Side. It might be the least wholesome place we have access to in this the first half of our 30’s. While I sipped margaritas from a slushy machine, other revelers sniffed nail polish remover. To my delight the trannie DJ played Helium. One gentleman who spends his days in Coney Island hammered a nail into his urethra. My husband gave him one dollar.

October 9, 20121.8 milesFt. GreeneThis is my easy pre-race week. I stayed in the neighborhood. Things have gotten a little rough around my house recently. A few weeks ago a friend from Turkey was staying with us and we heard maybe eight gun shots. The next day we saw in Patch that a gentleman got shot in the booty a couple blocks away from our house. The garbage bin at the corner disappeared and people still leave their junk there. We have new tags on our recycling bin and I guess our super is sick and no longer working.That said, I saw something uplifting this evening at the end of my run on Flushing and North Oxford. A cinderblock wall between a building and a gravel parking lot was partially knocked down. Revealed in the knocked out portion was a window with potted plants and a glowing kitchen. I love running or walking in the evening so I can look into people’s homes.

October 9, 2012

1.8 miles

Ft. Greene

This is my easy pre-race week. I stayed in the neighborhood. Things have gotten a little rough around my house recently. A few weeks ago a friend from Turkey was staying with us and we heard maybe eight gun shots. The next day we saw in Patch that a gentleman got shot in the booty a couple blocks away from our house. The garbage bin at the corner disappeared and people still leave their junk there. We have new tags on our recycling bin and I guess our super is sick and no longer working.

That said, I saw something uplifting this evening at the end of my run on Flushing and North Oxford. A cinderblock wall between a building and a gravel parking lot was partially knocked down. Revealed in the knocked out portion was a window with potted plants and a glowing kitchen. I love running or walking in the evening so I can look into people’s homes.

October 7, 2012
10 miles
Beacon, New York
I’m visiting there ever delightful Nora and Aine in their mansion in Beacon, New York. The air here is clean and the trees are beginning to change colors. The hills (I think they call them mountains here?) are gorgeous. Damian and I think abut moving to Beacon if New York ever stops being the best place on Earth. That said, my run today didn’t give me any funny stories to tell.

October 7, 2012

10 miles

Beacon, New York

I’m visiting there ever delightful Nora and Aine in their mansion in Beacon, New York. The air here is clean and the trees are beginning to change colors. The hills (I think they call them mountains here?) are gorgeous. Damian and I think abut moving to Beacon if New York ever stops being the best place on Earth. That said, my run today didn’t give me any funny stories to tell.

October 5, 2012
5.3 miles
My cheerleaders were out this morning. “Bravo!” from restaurant workers in Prospect Heights. “Not bad,” shouted from a bicyclist. “You go girl,” called from a space van. I needed the boost because I got out of the swing of things this week. I gave blood a few days ago and got a little ill. My mom said I had a vasovagal reaction. And then I just found other things to do instead of run… like finish reading a Good Housekeeping magazine that found its way into my room.
I know this blog has sort of become a catalog of funny things men and boys say to me. Here’s something! Wednesday while I was shopping for a leather anniversary present for my dear husband, a teenager at Atlantic Terminal called me a milf. Not yet buddy but thanks anyway!

October 5, 2012

5.3 miles

My cheerleaders were out this morning. “Bravo!” from restaurant workers in Prospect Heights. “Not bad,” shouted from a bicyclist. “You go girl,” called from a space van. I needed the boost because I got out of the swing of things this week. I gave blood a few days ago and got a little ill. My mom said I had a vasovagal reaction. And then I just found other things to do instead of run… like finish reading a Good Housekeeping magazine that found its way into my room.

I know this blog has sort of become a catalog of funny things men and boys say to me. Here’s something! Wednesday while I was shopping for a leather anniversary present for my dear husband, a teenager at Atlantic Terminal called me a milf. Not yet buddy but thanks anyway!

September 30, 20128.8 milesRockawaysLast night my dear husband and I slept at Truck-a-Float in Jamaica Bay at Marina 59. Truck-a-Float, like its neighbor Boatel, is a “flotilla” of art boats you can pay to stay in. I think the Rockaways are the weirdest neighborhood in New York City. So remote, so disparate, so narrow. We had a lovely night but as we drifted to sleep in our little floating  plywood pod we could hear constant air traffic to JFK, squawking sea birds and occasional gun shots. This morning I meant to run 9 miles but I miscalculated my route and only ran 8.8. And honestly I felt pretty shitty the second half. I got my reoccurring blister on my foot and both knees got sore. This week I’m going to try a regime of vitamin I. My half marathon in New Rochelle is two weeks away!In keeping with my perception that the Rockaways are totally strange here are two things men shouted at me during my run. An old white guy on the edge of the fancy part of the Rockaways literally wagged his finger at me and said, “Walking is just as good.” In front of a liquor store in the poor part of the neighborhood a black man yelled, “Run Forrest!”

September 30, 2012

8.8 miles

Rockaways

Last night my dear husband and I slept at Truck-a-Float in Jamaica Bay at Marina 59. Truck-a-Float, like its neighbor Boatel, is a “flotilla” of art boats you can pay to stay in. I think the Rockaways are the weirdest neighborhood in New York City. So remote, so disparate, so narrow. We had a lovely night but as we drifted to sleep in our little floating  plywood pod we could hear constant air traffic to JFK, squawking sea birds and occasional gun shots.

This morning I meant to run 9 miles but I miscalculated my route and only ran 8.8. And honestly I felt pretty shitty the second half. I got my reoccurring blister on my foot and both knees got sore. This week I’m going to try a regime of vitamin I. My half marathon in New Rochelle is two weeks away!

In keeping with my perception that the Rockaways are totally strange here are two things men shouted at me during my run. An old white guy on the edge of the fancy part of the Rockaways literally wagged his finger at me and said, “Walking is just as good.” In front of a liquor store in the poor part of the neighborhood a black man yelled, “Run Forrest!”